Vanity Plates have always seemed a little gauche. The rationale behind them has always been a mystery to me, sort of like as tattoo, but less permanent. What message would I like to send to my fellow drivers sitting behind me at the stoplight, so bored with whatever is going on inside the car that they are reading the back of mine? I could never think of one. A friend of mine and I tried to come up with some way-homers to our great amusement – QQQQ, Ki55-A55 – that we could try to slip past the censors in the County Clerk’s office, but none that I actually wanted to pay the extra scratch for. I figure you have to really have something to say to the general public to go to that trouble. Although I was always partial to Kramer’s vanity plate, ASS MAN…
Today, I saw an article about how the North Carolina DMV issued inadvertent vanity plates, and is offfering to replace them. Several residents complained when their new license plates started with WTF, and the state is going to replace them for free.
Finally, a vanity plate I can get behind. I kicked myself (literally) because I hadn’t thought of that one. So I’m started a texting-shorthand-license-plate wishlist:
If there is a god, when I go to register my next car, I’ll get one of these. And the best part is that only the kids will know. Meanwhile, I’ll KMFC (Keep My Fingers Crossed – apparently, I made that one up!).
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The year was 1909. The US Army bought the first military aircraft from the Wright Brothers, Sigmund Freud lectured in NYC, and the Manhattan Bridge