On the day we could finally order them, I got up early (from after a night shift) and headed to the local insurance agency. I walked in and walked straight into The Guy. Busted! He beat me to it and ordered one for himself.
Frustrated that I had been thwarted, I decided to get one for my Alberta brother. I placed my order and waited. FOR EVER...
After some mix ups, they finally sent our plates. The Guy got his plate which was composed of the number of a good player and the number of the year the Riders won the Grey Cup. He was thrilled.
And then I opened the one I was going to send to my brother. And I burst out laughing. I knew immediately I would have to keep it for myself. Only a month before, I had turned 34 and the rest... it was too funny not to keep. My brother would have to fend for himself.
|Inappropriate Rider plate. All mine.|