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This afternoon on my way back to the office from lunch I got a semi-frantic call from my mom. Now I am used to daily and sometimes hourly(Hi Mom! You know I am just kidding….right?) and can even be accused of doing it to her(like when she drives to St George, I like to know that she got there alright). Today, however, she called because the speakerphone on her cell phone, one of my old ones, got turned on. It’s a button on the on an odd area of the phone that if you hold it, it turns the speakerphone both on and off. Of course I am speaking retrospectively and I haven’t used that phone for about a year and change, i think. So just imagine about 10 minutes of randomly trying to tell someone to try different things, when you can’t see what they are doing and they can’t tell you how they did it in the first place. I eventually told her I would have to look in the manual and call her back with the correct instructions.

Now when she originally called she told me she had two things to talk to me about. Having dispatched the first I asked what the second was, assuming of course that it related to cell phone or computer related help. Not this time, apparently my mom went to the gym for a little while and when she came out she couldn’t find her car. She walked over to where she thought she parked and didn’t see it. So she walked around most of the parking lot looking for her missing car with no luck. Just as she was about to call the police she decided to walk back to where her car used to be and she noticed that the car was similar. It had was the same color, make and model. It also had the same pattern of dirt/soot that you always recognize is your car after a snowstorm and inside it had the same stuff that she had left in the car when she went to the gym in the first place.

Now this is an odd turn of events, because the car didn’t have the right license plates. So she used to remote to unlock the car and……IT WORKED! Apparently someone had switched her license plates with their own, thinking that no one would notice immediately. Unfortunately for them a long time ago my mom had another car that was Champagne colored and, it seems, nearly every other person in the state had one too. So instead of looking for your car it became more important to find the your license plate in a sea of Champagne colored cars. Getting back to the original story now, I asked my mom if she had checked some of the other cars too see if it was some kind of prank. Maybe someone rowdy teenagers had decided it would be a funny prank to play musical chairs with everyone’s plates. I struck out and she wasn’t able to find her plates. So to the bastard who decided that he didn’t want to renew his license plates, deal with his emmissions or needed to get rid of plates of a stolen car or something. I have a message for you: