No surprise that this anecdote comes for North Jersey, the Heartland of Casual Stupidity.
I was out to get groceries when I noticed a car parked in the Stop & Shop parking lot. It was a late model Ford Mustang convertible in candy apple red, with some weird black detailing.
What made it pop was the license plate: New Jersey, plate # REPOGUY.
I can only imagine the frustration a repossesee would feel seeing this car. Regardless of whether this was the man who took away their former stuff, their imagination would churn. What better way to lash out at a world so cruel than slash the tires of its swaggering ambassador? Perhaps it would do to key up that factory gloss?
It won't solve their problems, but for a broken down, hopeless individual looking for a last act of petty vengeance, the time would be right to smash the window of that glorified family sedan, hot wire that big V6, and drive it off a cliff.
That example may be extreme, but it's a real concern for a man who makes an extra trip to the DMV to get a license plate which flaunts his unpopular profession.
I guess that's why he was waiting in the driver's seat while his woman shopped.
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