Yesterday on my way to work, an SUV with the license plate “LIV SLO” blew by me on the right going about 85 mph. In a 50 mph zone.
Memo to Alanis Morrissette: that is ironic. Rain on your wedding day and traffic jams when you’re already late? Those things just suck (and yes, the lack of actual irony in that song has bothered me since I was a teenager).
And another memo to Mister LIV SLO: we’re all busy – always. We have work, and families, and social lives when we can, and daily annoyances that have to be squeezed in around those things. So as nice as it is to direct everyone to LIV SLO via your license plate, if you can’t even do it yourself, you may want to head to the DMV and swap that puppy out for a new plate. I would suggest “LIV FAST.” Or maybe “DIE HARD.”