At the end of December I moved to a new state. This meant getting everything car related switched over: new driver's license, new title, and new license plates.
As I'm walking away from the DMV counter, I pull the paper off my new plates and read the new number. First 3 characters: 2XL.
Coincidentally, my recommitment to losing weight and getting fit happened the same day.
Oh no! That's hilariously awful! LOL
Wow! That would be a subliminal message to me every day to keep an eye on my weightloss mission. I never want to purchase that size again!
Oh no, that is too funny and terrible all at once!
argh!!!! I think I would have walked back up to the counter, looked down at my 2XL body, and back to the clerk and said "are you kidding me?" (and having lived in Boston for almost 25 years, there might have been a bleeped out word in there too - it's that kind of place! lol!)
That's so awesome! Because when the weight's all gone every time you're asked for your plate you'll have a little Mona Lisa smile.
