When My Beloved and I were married, she had a little Honda Civic that was not much bigger than a basketball and a personalized license plate that read, “I GOOFY”.
As it turns out, a 100-minute one-way commute caused us to swap cars to save money as her car had much better gas mileage than mine. So, as luck would have it, Mr. Serious who was a shade under 6 feet tall ended up driving a motorized basketball to work with “I GOOFY” license plates. The universe sometimes has a wicked sense of humor!
I gradually became much goofier, but not much shorter!
One day, when I was driving down the highway, a woman started honking her horn at me. I couldn’t figure out why. I hadn’t done anything rude to her. She weaved between cars and eventually became abreast of me in the lane to my left, frantically pointing to the front and back of my car, then the front and back of her car, then back again. I still had no clue what this crazy woman was trying to communicate to me.
She then sped up slightly so that I could see the back of her car. As I looked for clues, I knew instantly what she was trying to convey. Her license plate read:
Two goofy people had found each other and she wanted to say “hi” and acknowledge and celebrate our shared goofiness.
A big smile spread across my face. I gave a friendly honk and a thumbs-up sign to her. She returned the gestures, and in a flash she was gone.
The memory of that moment still brings a smile to my face.