Seriously. Troy thinks this is hilarious. I am SO bad at deciphering them. Something else I am bad at??
DO NOT ask me to play this game. You will always win and I will have a bad attitude.
But back to the license plates. Here are a couple examples and how the conversation went while I would try to figure them out.
The first horrible incident from my memory was with my friend Kristen. She still makes fun of me for this. She almost peed her pants listening to me trying to figure it out.
This is what the license plate said:
Kristen: Oh that guy must be a horrible driver.
Natalie: Huh? Why? How can you tell that?
Kristen: His license plate.
Natalie: Huh? I'm for money? Infamy? No that's not it.
Kristen (almost crashing her car to sideways look at me): Are you kidding me right now? Natalie. Come on.
Natalie: WHAT? I don't know! How can you tell he's a horrible driver? He likes money! Or he has a rich family. Like "I'm from money." Maybe he needs a wife. I don't know....
Kristen (while snorting and laughing): I'M FROM NEW YORK!!!!
Natalie: OHHHHHH I get it.
Most recently, Troy and I were out on a day date and we saw this license plate:
Troy: Oh that's appropriate for Vegas.
Natalie: Huh? Not otherwise specified eightent? What?
Troy: You are the worst.
Natalie: COME ON! You know I suck at this.
Troy: What are you talking about "not otherwise specified"???
Natalie: That's what is on lab reports when a sample is abnormal but there is no categorization for the identification of the anomaly.
Troy: So you go with "not otherwise specified" rather than "no"?
Natalie: I'm going to stop talking you through my thought process if you are going to make fun of me.
Troy: Oh thank God, I better keep going!
Troy: Seriously. What do you think it says?
Natalie: Seriously I don't know. Just tell me. You are only going to make fun of me.
Troy. NO SAINT!
Natalie: OHHHHHHHHHH that makes sense.
Example 3. We saw this one on the same trip as the previous one. At this point, he is showing off his skills and trying to make me feel stupid/wanting to laugh at me and have a story to tell his friends about how dumb I am.
Troy: Ok what do you think that one is. This is going to be good.
Natalie: 2 dungerees? Like jeans? Maybe he has twins.
Troy: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you're ridiculous!
Natalie: Ok what is it??
Troy: Too dangerous!
Natalie: Ohhhhhhhh that makes sense.
Troy: Ok, this one is easy.
Natalie (very confidently yelling): SHE'S A REALTOR!!! HOMES LOVE!
Troy: YOU ARE THE WORST!!!!
Natalie: NO, WAIT! HOME: SOUTHERN LAS VEGAS!
Troy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!! YOU SUCK AT THIS! I WILL ALWAYS WIN!
Natalie: You almost always win at games anyway. Just add this to that pile. I'm just not as competitive as you. It doesn't matter.
Troy: She's probably a stay at home mom. It's home slave!
Natalie: You don't know. That could be any number of things. Homes love. Home: Southern Las Vegas.
Troy: Just stop. You lose.
Natalie: .............ok fine.
So yeah. I suck at deciphering license plates. And playing Mad Gab.