I caught a glimpse of her, then her license plate, ‘IM LA8TE’. As I pedaled up behind her to the next light, I considered what I would say if her driver side window was down.
‘Wow. You’re LA8TE. What are you gonna do? Are you gonna keep it? Does the baby daddy know?’
The light turned green before I could get a chance.
Vanity plates.
sigh.
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