Honor Thy Father
I got my license plates for the new car , so I went out to put them on.
The license plate frames are black plastic with the dealership’s name spelled out in white lettering. I went in the house and grabbed my big black permanent marker that I use to make signs for all the radical socialist left-wing protests I am in (like for marriage equality).
I sat out on the front steps carefully coloring in all of the white letters until the frame was a uniform shade of black. I did this in memory of my father, who refused to do free advertising for the dealers, but was too frugal to go buy other license plate frames when he already had frames that worked perfectly well.
On his cars, he used black electrical tape to cover the names, but I figured he’d approve of the magic marker technique. God rest you, Dad. I hope that wherever you are, there are no billboards or neon signs.
Me and Dad in a boat, about 1983.
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I like you! That is so something i would do. In fact, i won’t even let the dealer put the license plates on my car.
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Why, thank you, dear!
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Our Dad was so special!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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That’s why we turned out so very special, too
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Oh, I hear you. No free advertising round these parts either.
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I cringe every time I see someone with logos all over their purse, too. It just seems so wrong.
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Totally my Dad too.
And I’m the same way. Very much agree with him, and your Dad too.
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It’s funny to hear how all these dads have the same stubborn streak.
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Why didn’t you just leave it off. You don’t need a license plate frame.
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You don’t?
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