October 17, 2006
Random Irritations #1
This post marks my first of probably many Random Irritations of Sister Mary Lisa.
I'm driving to lunch today and in front of me is a truck with this vanity license plate:
If any of my readers have vanity plates, please don't be offended. You can waste your money as you see fit. But come on! Obviously this person was trying to say "Prime Time" but instead I see Prim Tim. What kind of tough guy in a truck in Montana wants to be known as PRIM?? Sheece. The person who created this vanity plate for himself probably doesn't even know the word prim or what it means. But Sister Mary Lisa is the QUEEN of prim!
Vanity plates seem to me like an extension of people's insecurity about themselves coming out for all the world to see. I saw one last week that read SEXYBABY on it, and I couldn't help but think that someone who has to tell you that she's sexy probably isn't. There was once a guy who worked next door to me who parked his car out in front of my office window, with his XTRIC8TR license plate glaring in the sun at me all afternoon every day. He was an EMT in his second job, and my boss and I used to call him the "Eeextricatoooor" in a slow Clint Eastwood half-whisper voice as if we were trying to be cool and tough. Then we'd laugh at the vanity of it all.
Only one vanity plate has ever impressed me: My first OB/GYN drove a huge, old, white truck and had STORK on her license plate.