Stevie Wonder Karma Wheel
At the cafe, the doors are flung open to celebrate the passing of a rain shower and the glorious sun that is following. I am staring out the door, falling in love with a fire hydrant, not only because it is a silver-strewn rusting red but also because it is wet with rain and sparkling so.
The storm over, a kid charges out to climb on the hydrant. He is charmingly unselfconscious, clambering all over in his own play world. Now he is standing on the hydrant, beating his chest, King of the Hill, silverback gorilla, King Kong. His shirt has a picture of Stevie Wonder on it, and in his childish glee, unaware, he is beating the living crap out of Stevie Wonder, pummeling his 2-D face, punching the blind man over and over right in his dark glasses. I am laughing at how absurd.
But I shouldn't have. That was flirting with disaster, for a few moments later the kid has slipped off the hydrant and plumped down rump first into a puddle. Instant retribution...the Stevie Wonder Karma Wheel turns quickly.
That would have been a delightful goofy 10 minutes of my life, but I got an extra few minutes of wonder, as it were, when a car pulls up, bearing this license plate, which is both awesome and funny because, well, for a lot of reasons, pick one.
posted by ttractor @ 9:46 AM
3 Comments:
At our multicultural center here, the student manager has a car with a license plate that reads OTHER. Also fantastic.
I choose the Latin reading, of course
the verb Egredior - meaning to depart, or exit
from whence we get Egress in English ------------->Negress is therefore African-American female departure (what a sassy vehicular tag)
she was totally bad-ass and formidable...look at the lengths she goes to make sure her brother doesn't borrow her car!
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