Day 2 of my Hackey Sack Club humiliation. Today I’ll cut right to the video, with a brief footnote to mention how impressed I am with the video program for capturing such a . . . shall we say expressive moment as the stand-by picture. Yoinks.
Yesterday, I saw a license plate that caught my interest:
I know, you’re probably thinking, “Hmmm . . . she must be in pretty desperate need for some entertainment,” but bear with me.
Most license plates I see state something about the driver. Whether it’s a name, fan status for a sports team, a reference to something they love (sports, cars, hobbies, hats, whatever). In essence, these personalized 8 letters reveal something that the driver deems to be significant in his or her life. It characterizes him or her.
So why use the opportunity to tell people what you hate? It’s what you are not instead of what you are. Really, it’s an anti-characterization.
As a writer, my brain went into overdrive to create the backstory for this driver. But before I share MY made-up backstory, I want to hear yours.
WHY does this person hate skates so much???
P.S. And on a blogger business note, starting next week, I’ll be cutting down to only two posts a week for the summer. M/H