Last night was weekly diva & taco night
and when Michael and I were walking home from the usual pilgrimage to Taco Bell, I noticed this really beat up white van. It was a cross between the kind of van that you don’t want to park next to, the kind your band would tour in, and the kind that a self-employed house painter would use for work. The inside looked liked it was gutted and the outside was like a poorly painted head of a set of steel drums.
I happened to glance at the plates on the car right before we passed it: CAGE 433
The nerd inside me tried to do a back-flip, but just ended up on the floor in a weird pile with a sore neck due to lack of bodily coordination.
It was too dark to take a picture, & Michael wouldn’t have known why that was so cool for me (and it’s not exactly like you can explain a John Cage joke to someone & have it be instantly funny, you know? That’s one of those things where you’re just met with the deer-in-headlights look & the other person trying to think of a way to move the conversation along & forget about how horribly unfunny you are); but it was just so cool.
Now, chances are that’s the wrong word entirely. The likelihood of a relatively abandoned, gutted out & beat up white van having a really cool owner aren’t something on which I’m gonna place all my bets. But just the fact that someone thought that was awesome enough to actually do a license plate out of it. I love this so much, I’m going to display it for ALL TO SEE on the back of my main unit of transportation. The look on that (I’m assuming) guy’s face when he found out that it was available? It is? You mean CAGE 433 isn’t taken already? Trying to contain his joy at the counter of the DMV (is that where you get plates? I have no idea; I’d rather buy shoes than vanity plates, let’s be honest) but he totally closes his eyes for a second longer than a blink to give himself the mental congratulatory pat-on-the-back.
So good. People are so good.