I finally got my license plate today, and it was more good old southern fun. Much to my relief, the DMV people were much nicer than the ones at the drivers license office. My guess is this is because their workplace was a lot more festive. The whole main wall was covered with examples of decorative plates you could buy .
These plates, sponsored/for sale by the North Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles, included:
*“You’re a bad boy, go to my room”
*“Ain’t Skeered”
*“If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy”
*“Big boys need big toys”
*“Christians aren’t perfect, just forgiven”
*“American by birth, Southern by the grace of God”
and, of course,
*“GIT R DONE”
that’s as many as I could write on the back of a bank statement before my time in line was up, but there are a lot more gems where those came from. Very few of the plates had content I would consider neutral—a handful of state pride plates and that’s about it. The only way you weren’t going to be at least mildly offended by something on the wall was if you were a truck-drivin’, woman-hatin’, tobacco-chewin’, confederate flag-wavin’ inappropriate tattoo-havin’ Klan member. Fortunately all the customers seemed to fit that description, so it was smooth sailing. Rock on, DMV. Thanks for the memories.