I never thought myself particularly tacky, but my vanity plate-owner’s staus brings that fuzzy logic into question yet again. Who needs a personalized license plate? Perhaps someone with a less of a penchant for illegal left turns. 

In school I knew this guy (whom we didn’t much admire) with a New York FUT-R VET plate. I know another here in town with FLEAS emblazoned on his bumper. People with vanity plates are typically well-described by them. (The vain part, anyway.)

At least the fifty bucks I spent on it (and the extra twenty-plus bucks a year for renewal) might actually feed a panther for a couple of days, though I doubt that highly.

What can I say? I couldn’t resist.