I got a story for you, Ags. It's about some specialty plates I ordered.
Sometime in the winter of 2014, I was sitting on the back porch with a buddy who was living with me, drinking and griping about exes. Well, I got the great idea to get a license plate to show that I cared not what the ex did any longer, and really didn't care about much at all. It was a phrase he couldn't stand me saying when we were together, and the good idea fairy happened to be in the area spreading her pixie dust around.
So right then and there, I whip my AMEX out and order some plates that I thought would really express my feelings. Drunk me was really thinking they would never be approved, but secretly laughing about them anyhow. Over the next few days, I forgot about the plates and went about my business. You can imagine my surprise when, a few weeks later, I get a call from the tax office, letting me know my specialty plates (that I pre-paid 6 years for) were in and I needed to come get them.
However, at the time, I only had one vehicle, and I couldn't imagine putting those on a vehicle I had to drive to work. I asked about canceling them etc. I was told the state approved them, they weren't vulgar etc. and that I needed to come get them.
Around that time, I decided to buy a 95 YJ, so the issue of putting them on something that I wouldn't really take to work much if ever (it's more of an off road toy) was no longer an issue.
You're probably wondering what they say. Well, here you go. They are as glorious as the day my drunk self ordered them.
