I like personalized licence plates - at least good ones that you understand right away - not ones that make you puzzle for 10 minutes. Today I saw a plate that said sweaty. Who would want a plate that advertised that you smell? Not me. The more I pondered this I decided it needed a story. I guess I have been reading too much of Susan's blog
He had never been very good in school. He liked gym and understood math but spelling - forget it. He never could remember those rules like "i before e, except after c" and why were there so many ways to spell to? Despite mediocre grades he had a good job now working as a mechanic. He married his high school sweetheart. He always called her his sweetie pie. Their 5th anniversary was coming up soon and he wanted to do something special. They had everything they really needed and he didn't want to buy flowers or chocolates. She liked the little Cavalier he had fixed up for her. It ran great and with new faux leather seat covers it looked great too. He decided the perfect gift would be personalized plates and what better plate than sweaty-pie? He was disappointed to find that was too long but the clerk suggested he shorten it. He didn't understand his wife's puzzled look then her laughter when she saw the plates. Then she explained his mistake. He was mortified and wanted to see if he could exchange them. She was very adamant that it was the thought that counted. So 8 years later she was still driving around with "sweaty" plates and ignoring the strange looks from other drivers.
Don't worry - I have no intention of competing with her - I just couldn't resist this one.