Wish I’d thought of it. . .

I wish I’d thought to do this when I registered my car!

The evening rush hour today in the ‘suburbs’ of Philadelphia was an 8 (on a scale of 10).  Between the frigid temperatures, which created random puddles of ice on which cars were slipping, and the suicidal deer (four of them jumped in front of my car in the span of 13 miles), the drivers on my commute home were short-tempered and generally nasty. 

Including the man behind the wheel of an industrial-sized pickup truck, who tailgated me for 8 miles, attempting to keep less than 3 inches of space between our bumpers.  We finally caught a red light, and when we’d stopped (without the truck hitting my car), I glanced at the license plate on the car in front of me.  I’m not joking, the plate read:

“U R 2 C L O Z”

I want that plate.  Wonder if I could buy it from the owner?

 

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