Because I give myself an extra ten minute window, say a prayer to ward off road rage and typically drive in a defensive manner, I am seldom caught off-guard or by surprise when it comes to the events and goings on surrounding my morning commute.
That is, until the *one* day I decided to carpool with the honey. As a card carrying member of the “Gas Prices Are Out of Control” Party (a sub set of The “Rent is Too Darn High” Party), Anytime I am spending more than $80.00 in a week just to get to and from work, the honey and I get creative with our modes of transportation. On this particular day as we were heading to work, we pulled up behind a Chevy Tahoe with Vanity Plates. As a Vanity Plate owner myself and always interested in deciphering people’s creativity, I proceeded to read the plates aloud.
“Hoe N It? Wait…Ho’ing It?”
After some uncontrollable peels of laughter, I insisted that my honey get in the lane next to the truck to see what manner of special person would be driving with such a suggestive label on their vehicle. As he changed lanes and kept pace (none too discreetly) with the truck, we both looked to our left, and set eyes upon a blond haired, blue eyed woman sipping a venti brew from Starbucks, in a total power suit.
“Perhaps she really enjoys gardening,” the honey snorted. “And if not, and she’s just a freakity-freak, at least no one has to guess. See, she has the right idea! If more of yall woman would just put it on out there and let a dude know what it is or what it ain’t up front, there would be far less misunderstanding in relationships!”
Rolling my eyes at his half-joke, half-philosophical attempt at relationship counseling, I slapped his arm and my forehead at the same time as the light bulb fianlly came on.
“Oh, Hoe N It! Tahoe‘ing It!!!”
Now, I realize that some people really do love their vehicles, but that double entendre really takes the cake…and likely results in that lady getting some pretty cheeky propositions, I’m sure!!!