(firstly, i must give a shout-out to my fellow green team members this morning. i promised (hi, Gerry!) if we won our first game, i’d mention it. and sure, we only had seven players show up, and sure we had to snag three players from the red team…but it sure felt good to actually WIN once. and yes, there was that teensy little strike out i had. and no, it wasn’t pretty…but i did play pretty well the rest of the game. AND i did bake chocolate chip cookies…)
so..question of the day…how do you feel about vanity plates?
the reason i ask is because yesterday i was driving behind a car that had the plate “LEXUS” which i thought was rather bizarre, especially since he was driving a HONDA.
now, i must tell you, i come from a long line of embarrassing vanity plates. my mother has always had “MINA” on her plate, which, i guess, isn’t so bad, since that’s her name. my dad, on the other hand, has a vanity plate on each of his cars. some are initials. one, which i cannot understand, is “G500” which , putting the make of your car as you plate is almost as ridiculous as the Lexus plate on the non-lexus. (my next plate is going to read “CIVIC”)
but the very, very, very worst is this.
on his porsche.
could you just die? seriously?
(it might be worse than Steve Sanders’ 18A 4RE plate on his Corvette. i’ve never been able to like Steve since i saw that. No, it’s not his bad hairline and the plugs…it’s all the vanity plate…)
i spent my entire childhood being mortified by the fact that my dad had delivered everyone’s baby. and i mean everyone. he used to take us out for breakfast…a woman would come over and say hi…”Dr. Mintz! do you remember blah-blah? he probably looks a lot different now, huh?? hahaha!” he would take us mini-golfing and some woman would come over and be all “hi, Dr. Mintz! blah-blah, this is Dr. Mintz! he delivered you!” he would take us to a movie and some random woman would come over and say “Dr. Mintz! I’m seeing you on Monday! isn’t this a small world?” (um. not small enough, apparently.)
and then littleAli died. right there.
(by the by, he has since changed it to this:
which, less brutally, says Mintz)
so, i hate them. but every once in a while i come across one that makes me pee a little.