So we are driving around Los Angeles at the best time of day, 5.41 p.m.

Vivian Lay works with me at 99% Invisible, and she's on her way out for after-work drinks at one of her favorite bars in L.A.

And my husband, Cody, is driving us. I'd like to say because I'm recording, but you're

driving me because what? Because you're a passenger princess. That's exactly correct. Some people

enjoy driving. Some people like Vivian really do not. But nobody enjoys being stuck in traffic.

No one's moving.

What are they doing?

I want to burn the intersection of the ground and piss on the ashes.

Oh, my God.

L.A. is famously a car town, known for its endless free ways and its soul-crushing rush hour traffic.

And in a city full of bad intersections, Vivian and Cody are headed towards one that many

consider to be the worst. It's where three roads, Fairfax, Olympic, and San Vicente, all intersect.

I think it's technically called the Fairfax asterisk, but I like to think of it as the

devil's three way because you have this weird triangle in the middle and there are like one, two,

three, four, five traffic lights. To navigate this intersection, Vivian and Cody have to make it through two traffic lights in quick succession, only a couple hundred feet apart.

Oh, God.

Oh, got caught right in the middle of...

Oh, no.

We are stuck in the middle.

They make it through one traffic light, but then gets stopped at the next one.

And now they're stuck right in the middle of the triangle.

Oh, God.

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