Witnessed this morning on my way to work:
One red sedan, squeezing into my lane while the driver blew kisses to an unknown recipeint. Me? Could it possibly be me that she's lavishing this affection on? I mean, I DID let her slip in without any fanfare even though she cut me off. Aw shucks, you don't have to blow me kisses to show your gratitude! It was my pleasure!
A few seconds later I saw the intended receipient of the kisses: a white SUV sticking his middle finger out of the window. I think Ms. Red Sedan cut him off too. Classy.
I guess that's how LA commuters express their love for one another.