The last time I went to DMV to register a car, they showed me a couple of the available license plates in the stack and asked me to choose the random series of numbers and letters that appealed to me most. I chose one that rhymed - along the lines of xyZ 123, so I could kind of sing it to myself to try to remember it.
I’m sure this is a courtesy not allowed to all DMV customers, as it probably depends on whether the surly person behind the counter who speaks English as a second language and is just about as happy to be there as you are is having a good day or not.
Now, I’m not really a superstitious person. 13 is my lucky number, having been born on the thirteenth day of January. But even if I wasn’t offered a choice of plates, I think would throw a bit of a hissy fit before accepting THIS** license plate assignment:
** Note - I just saw it on the morning commute, I wasn't actually confronted with the decision at the DMV or anything. I wonder what other weird things have happened to this driver, besides having some odd girl driving down the street trying to take a picture of the back of their car.
Um, no thanks – I think I’d pony up the cash for a vanity plate if it was the only way out of the situation. Beelzebub is NOT my copilot.
What do you think? Would you accept that plate? Should certain license plate numbers, much like the 13th floor in some buildings, simply not exist?
Thanks for making me giggle.
ReplyDeleteNo WAY!!!! Heck yes I would get a vanity plate. And P.S., you are NOT a nerd. You're a smart woman! I would say that I have more street smarts than book smarts.
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