Considering all the photos I’ve got of vanity plates, it normally probably would have taken me years to post this one, if ever. It’s really not that remarkable.
However, about a New York instant after the shutter clicked, the
blonde Karen behind the wheel of the SUV opened the door and screeched, “Can I help
you?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Why are you taking a picture of my license plate?”
“I take pictures of lots of license plates.”
“It’s fucking weird.”
“___”
“You took it with me in the car.”
“I didn’t see you.”
“You should look.”
<laughter>
So, she moved to the front of the queue.
Whose laughter?
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