Several years ago I was driving along when I noticed the car next to me
had plates that read "Fert Doc". I tried beeping my horn and waving to
get the drivers attention - but he sped off. I followed him for miles -
he'd speed up, I'd speed up. I was so excited! A ferret vet! Finally we
came to a stop light; I jumped out of my car, raced up to his drivers
window, which he hurriedly rolled up - I grinned and asked if he was
a ferret veterinarian - he glared at me and said "I am a fertility
specialist." Mortified, I mumbled my apologies and returned to my car
to make a rapid escape.

Soon after, one of our shelters' volunteers received the plates
"Fertresq". She happily drove the car around for a couple of years
until she loaned the car to my son, who was a junior in college. He
drove the car briefly, then told me he was constantly teased for
rescuing farts.

Marlene B.

[Posted in FML 8176]