Like the nameplate isn't enough

I have several pet peeves when it comes to cars, and I won't elaborate on them all now, but my rock-solid top five breaks down to: use of hand-held cell phones, not using turn signals, not knowing how to drive/park your gas-guzzling SUV, litering (particularly cigarette butts) and not letting me merge.

On the B list are things like buying ugly cars (I'm looking at you, Aztek), tricking out Honda Civics and stupid vanity license plates. I saw one of the latter the other day while waiting for the bus. I tend to see at least two of my top five everyday while waiting for the bus. Anyway, a balding man pulls up to the traffic light in his Midlife Mobile, a Porsche convertible, with the following license plate: PORSSHA. New York, of course.

Dude, really? Like we can't tell what you're driving without looking at it? Of course, he goes the pompus extra mile by giving us all a lesson in phonics. Whatever, dude.