*yawn* *blink blink*

( Another day, another medical procedure. )

NTMID8R

canyonwren's comment on my 'medical procedure' post sparked this memory.

There's a Hummer in town. You know... big as hell, all shiny and ultra-expensive. A vehicle with no reason to exist outside the military. This particular Hummer has a vanity-plate reading "NTMID8R." I may have the letters wrong, but yeah.. "Intimidator." The combination of that vehicle and that license plate fairly screams "I AM AN ASSHOLE! LOOK AT ME!! I AM THE BIGGEST FUCKING ASSHOLE ON THE PLANET!!!"

One day I was driving with Chuck, and pointed out the Hummer, ahead of us at a stoplight. We joked that the license plate should read "CMPNS8R."

One day a few weeks ago, we went to eat at the local Perkins. As we pulled up, he saw it. The Hummer. We went in and sat down. After about three minutes, Chuck said "There he is, bet you a million bucks" and indicated a large, muscle-bound blonde man sitting with a small herd of picture-perfect blonde children and his anorexic blonde wife. I agreed, that was him. We tried to keep the "Compensator" jokes fairly quiet while we ate.

We laughed some more about Compensator as we walked out the the van. Chuck said he wished we could sit and wait for Compensator to come out from the restaurant, so we could know for sure who drives the Hummer. As luck would have it, the Aryan Poster Family walked out just then. The little girls went with their wisp of a mother to the shiny grey SUV, and the little boys were hefted into the Hummer by Daddy-Ape. Chuck and I joked about the Hummer being "a man's vehicle, and for the men of the family to ride in."