My new, super-custom VANITY PLATES!
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As soon as it hit 7am I was all over it! I've spent a year looking at all the different plates, styles, colors & logos and I absolutely knew what I wanted. I was petrified that something would go wrong - the power would go out - my credit card wouldn't go through - I'd oversleep. I know. What a geek. I can't help it. Had the plate design, had the text. Just had to click on Order. Click. Nothing. Click! Nothing. ClickclickclickclickCLICK!!! #$%^&!!! Sure enough - my #$%^ browser locked up! Couldn't back out, couldn't place the order. All I could do, was delete my plate from the cart. I was beside myself. Hysterical. In a total panic. I know, I know...but I really, really wanted those plates. My resident techs were still in bed (how could they sleep through the screaming?!), the dog was hiding, and I was a raving madwoman! (I know, right?? Hard to believe.) I closed Firefox and opened up Safari. Started over. I had the same knots I get in the pit of my stomach when I place what I hope will be the winning bid in the last 32 seconds of an eBay auction. ( I love my jadite!) The planets must have all been aligned, because it went through in about 10 seconds. But I couldn't relax til I got the confirmation email. Then, I was on pins & needles for the next two weeks waiting for them to arrive at the local tax office.
When I finally went to pick them up, the creepy guy next to me was picking up his:
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Yeah. That's not really his actual plate. But it looks just like it. I told you: he was a big scary-looking dude and he didn't look like he'd want me taking his picture. But you get the idea. Oh. And his plate suits him.
(Don't honk. That might elicit a somewhat ummm...negative reaction. If you get my meaning.)