|Department of Redundancy Department
||[Mar. 10th, 2006|08:58 am]
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Walking to work this morning, I passed an Audi Quattro with personalised Connecticut plates.
They said, "AUDI."
I think we can safely add to the list of people who need to be shot: anyone with vanity plates.
Remember the Smurf. We don't want to shoot her.
When I had a car, I had plates that said TLNVAKI.
But that was because I couldn't be bothered to memorise anything else.
Smurf is excepted, definitely. :) Sorry Smurf! I don't mean you!
I don't have a problem with customized plates in principle. Customize your car as much as you want (but please, *please* put that "Easy Does It" bumper sticker on straight or I may veer off the road in an OCD rage). I just get super annoyed when I see HOTBMW or TOPDOG. BUMLIX. HOTBOI. MILF. HOOPS. SOXFAN (Yeah, SO original.) Whatev. But those mostly just make me roll my eyes or cringe or something. The ones that really bother me? MKNJER or WTPGUL. FIRSXB. I feel like I'm supposed to understand it but I... don't. So it makes me feel dumb.
Me neither...but spending money to have it say the kind of car you have? What's the point of that.
Like I said, when I had a car, my plates were TLNVAKI. But that's different.
I'm not a big fan of 99% of the vanity plates out there, so I tend to group everyone together in that wishing them all dead thing. some, however, are kinda cool, I'll grant that. but for every cool plate I've seen, I've seen too many idiotic ones. *sigh*
When I was in high school, one of my classmate's older brothers drove an Audi, with AUDI as his plate. Of course, they were an Indian family, and his given name was Audi too. Triple redundancy.
I wonder if it's the same guy... I know my classmate runs a company in Boston now... wouldn't that be a small freakin' world?
Now I wonder...that would be kind of cool.
- Even more curious, the PO Box for the company is in CT. If I remember correctly, both brothers were on the good looking side. So if you see a handsome Indian man get into it, ask him if his childhood dog was named Snickers.
Not that I'm suggesting stalking or anything.
PO Box in CT. Curiouser and curiouser.
Sadly, I don't go home that way...because now I really want to know! I could at least look inside the car and see if there's any clues...
...Not that I'm a stalker. I'm just intrigued.
I'm laughing at the idea of you sneaking past, peering in the window, and smack in the middle of the back seat seeing a Washington High School yearbook from the late 80's, next to a copy of my home town paper or something. Because that would be so obvious and funny.
Yeah, things like that are exceptions from the 'Don't be a tool' rule.