He’s in his late 40s, or maybe just turned
50. He’s a plastic surgeon. Or a cardiologist. He’s losing or has lost some of
his hair. He has a need to prove his worth to others. He likes nice cars.
The car is nice and I have no issue with his ride. I would drive one if I got it for free. Not that I couldn’t buy it if I
rearranged my priorities. It’s just not a priority of mine to drive a red
Nissan sports car. However, there
are some things I wouldn’t own, even if they were free. Close to the top of
that list is a personalised number plate.
Now, I could legitimately drive around with a number plate
that says DRKIMS. Nine years of university certainly says I’ve earned the
right. But would I? Absolutely not. Why? Do I really have to explain it? Even
Dr Bob has to admit that a licence plate number like DRBOBS doesn’t project a
flattering image of the good doctor.
But it’s not even the unbecoming representation that a personalised number
plate can project that worries me. Some personalised number plates are totally
inert. But really, who wants to be so easily identifiable?
I like a little mystery… and that involves a number plate
that’s not so easily identified by my friends, acquaintances and those who vaguely
know of me. Maybe my car is parked outside the party shop while I organise a
surprise event for a friend who happens to be driving past at the time. Or
maybe my car is parked at the local Breast Screen clinic which perhaps I'd
like to keep private. Or maybe I want to stalk an ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend
at her place of work. Hypothetically.
Dr Bob can’t go
anywhere without those he knows and those he doesn’t know, knowing his every
move. That’s just not cricket. But then, Dr Bob does want to be noticed. I guess that’s the point of his choice of
car and licence plate. Maybe he’s a podiatrist.
☺
Kim x
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