So Anne and I are driving back from Sam’s Club earlier when I happen to notice that the car in front of us has a vanity plate that reads SLOTDOC. I ponder what this could possibly mean for a moment and then turn to Anne and say:
ME: Do you think the guy in front of us is a gynecologist?
ANNE: What makes you think that?
ME: His license plate.
ANNE: *reads license plate* Ewwwwww!
ME: *after a little more thought* I suppose he could fix slot machines for a living.
Yeah, that’s possible, but I think my first thought was funnier.