Today I pulled in to the school drop off area 10 minutes late and stopped behind a white Suburban. While my son gave me all the last minute details that he just HAD to tell me before going into the school, I glanced at the license plate in front of me.
This was a woman I wanted to be friends with.
She came out of the school looking harried and hurried and I told her how much I loved her plates. A cloud passed over her eyes as she told me her husband gave them to her. She's still trying to figure out how to fit "micromanager" in 7 letters onto HIS plates.