Today I eft my car at the grocery store lot and was walking to the building. The parking lot lets you drive right up to the doors in case you’re picking up Nanna or Oma, and they can’t walk so far out to where you parked,… anyways it’s heavily marked and there’s signage everywhere from “STOP”, to “watch for kids etc etc…. So I’m walking up and there’s this what I think to be a Porsche Cayenne crossing in front of me..

Mind you this is Boise, Idaho, and the driver looks like any other modern Mormon 65 year old man… Basically an orthodontist, as bland as bland can be… best thing about Mormons? Their kids won’t steal shit out of your garage even though there are 9 of them. In fact moving from the Oakland California flats (by where the A’s used to play, to here was massive cultural shock. “What? I don’t need to carry a gun because 42% of the people have concealed carry permits and crime is SHOCKINGLY low as a result? The hell you say!

But I digress….. so here goes this Porsche SUV passing as I wait for Mr. Plain Jane, oatmeal milk toast to pass so I can get ciders, I notice he has a personalized license plate. I have one too, but I drive a WAY cooler car than his so it’s appropriate, this was just a Cayenne… soo turn in the crosswalk to read it and what does it say?

                                       BUSSY

I damn near had a stroke right there on the pavement from laughing so hysterically.
Everyone thought I was mental except for a high school age girl, walking her nana and groceries out of the store.. she clearly saw I too. We shared a smile and a giggle and I said “there’s no WAY he knows what that means” as i passed…. But yeah. Highlight of my day. Haven’t laughed that hard in a LONG time….
Like Mother Theresa driving a Pimp Mobile, this guy just carried on his way. As clueless as the parents that name their kid Karl Kristian Kruger and wonder why the other kids tell him to spray paint his initials everywhere…

This guy is a total knob, or, OR, he’s a fucking LEGEND, either way I personally saw it, had to read it out loud to verify I wasn’t on a LSD flashback.

PLAIN. AS. DAY————————>. BUSSY

HAD TO SHARE, WOULD HAVE EARLIER BUT NEEDED TO DRINK SAID HARD CIDER I PURCHASED IN AN EFFORT TO VERIFY THAT CHEMISTRY STILL WORKED AND THAT GRAVITY WASNT GOIN TO FAIL SOON. In Boise Idaho there’s a slick SUV driven by your Sunday School teacher that gives up to 20% of his income to the church, and in his epic wisdom he’s chosen to badge it with the license plate saying:

                     BUSSY 

Thank you Lord for revealing your sense of humor to us in a manner beyond the Platypus. But WTF there dude? I mean really… and those fukers are poisonous too… spikes on back legs have venom and can kill a man. Meanwhile Mr Smith drives around with BUSSY on his plate.

I need to invoice him for a new ironymeter. He broke mine.