The other day, the Vancouver Sun ran a story on vanity license plates disallowed by ICBC. And we should begin any study of these phenomena with Terry Garner's observation: "All vanity plates were commissioned after a three-martini lunch."
But probably not our friend Edna's. Edna was one of the "bright young things," as they were called, typing away at Bletchley Park as British cryptographers worked to crack the Enigma code. Edna's vanity plate reads "Agatha," and the auto to which it is affixed has developed that kind of regal great-aunt personality.
We have known some who used their vanity plates for self-promotion; e.g., "#1PRMan" and "AdWhiz." And many acknowledge some significant other in their lives: "Shermy," "Alicia." But our favorite was one displayed by a small town doctor who had successfully overcome a fondness for alcohol medication. His plate read "Dry Doc."
Several years ago, a Vancouver deejay found himself bounced from the air after reading obscene license plates on the air. He was ahead of his time. Today, he'd have a top-rated show.
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