I was driving on I-76 recently when a vehicle passed me, sporting a personalized license plate. MORON35.
This is a gift to a humor writer.
In Colorado, the owner paid an extra $60 for the first year and then $25 extra every year to renew a vanity plate. (I looked it up. I don’t have any. Too cheap).
I researched and found plenty of understandable examples. Like FAMILY or USMC or 14ER (climbed a 14,000-foot Colorado peak).
Who would pay extra to have MORON35?
Then I wondered if others had already taken MORON1 through MORON34, so the driver had to settle on MORON35.
If so, it would suggest there are at least thirty-five MORONS in Colorado.
My husband had a unique license plate collection that’s still hanging in our garage.
He might have wanted to snag MORON35.
We were on vacation, browsing a souvenir shop on St. Thomas, when he asked the clerk if they sold local plates. He was assuming an expired plate.
The guy hesitated only a moment before declaring he had one in back. He disappeared for a couple of minutes, returning with a St. Thomas license plate.
We didn’t notice the fresh specks of mud until later, after we paid $35 for the license plate and left the store. Then we wondered if the clerk wrangled the plate from his car or a co-worker’s.
But my husband treated that plate like it was diamond- rather than mud-encrusted. It still hangs in our garage.
As MORON35 zoomed away, I thought about that clerk on St. Thomas claiming a cool $35 for thinking fast.
I’m not sure if he qualifies as MORON36 or GENIUS1.
Or if we do.