They say that the Southern California car culture is isolating. It’s hard to argue with that, when everyone’s shut up in their own little boxes. But today, on my way to work (delayed a bit on account of dentist), I was listening to KCRW’s Morning Becomes Eclectic and stopped at a traffic signal. They were playing a live version of Elvis Costello’s “Allison.” I looked in my rear view mirror, and realized that the driver behind me was singing along to the same song. Even though it only went one way—she had no way of knowing I was listening to the same music—it was still a moment of connection through shared experience.
We both did a double-take approaching this pick-up truck a few days ago:
Once you think about it (though it helps to see the logo on the side of the truck), it’s clearly a AAA service that delivers and installs replacement car batteries.
The lack of punctuation makes it easy to read as a service that delivers and installs… AAA batteries.
License plate on an Eclipse:
In California, you can get symbols on a personalized Kids License Plate (fees are donated to child safety programs)—which makes this particular choice even stranger.
I saw a truck this morning with a license plate that read:
After I tried to puzzle it out for a bit, I suddenly realized…
It’s pig latin.
I had a good laugh after that!