Bumper stickers make me laugh sometime. I think they’re sort of like your medicine cabinet or shoes; they tell a lot about the person inside (except in the case of the cabinet and then it would be reflected on the outside…)
As I drove down the street in the trusty, bumper stickerless Red Pepper, I noticed a few vehicle tatatoos.
A minivan license plate read: 4MUNCHKINS
A pesticide truck with its tank of chemicals reported this sign: DO NOT DRINK THIS WATER.
A red jeep license plate said: YATHINK?
• I think he was trying to embrace his southern roots. Or punctuation was more important than proper English.
Here’s the fun part. Put them all together.
4 Munchkins, Do not drink this water.
[duh mom (soon to be designed sticker)] Ya think?
It’s like they were communicating to each other. What would I put on a bumper sticker or license plate? I can’t think of anything clever right now. My brother is lucky and has the perfect nickname for the Wyoming plates: DMAN. If I put my initials people would think I was constantly sneezing inside. SJM! Bless you! Maybe I’ll get both. Then fellow travelers can drive without worry that a hurricane like disaster in my nose will impair my driving. And hopefully, they’ll experience a bit more love and goodness in their day with a blessing from my bumper.
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