While driving to Target today to buy a new shower curtain (because who knew that when you bought the one without a mildew resistant something-or-other that it really would not be mildew resistant, so the bargain you thought you were getting by only spending three dollars instead of six dollars was, well not so much a bargain) I noticed that the car in front of me had one of those special personalized license plates.
As a general rule I am not a huge fan of these plates, although when I bought my first car, a red but oxidizing into many-a-different color 1983 Honda Prelude with sunroof, I wanted to have just the letter "A" on my licence plates, for Allysha, of course. But then I was going to call my car 'The Scarlet Letter'. I thought it would be funny. My mom did not.
But to get back to my original story...driving behind this silver sporty Lexus, I read the plate and then had to think about it for a second, to make sure I wasn't switching the letters around in my head. I don't think it was any sort of code, just three letters. EPT. Ladies? What does that mean to you?
I'm guessing that they're the initials for some guy who is completely clueless that he is subtly advertising a pregnancy test on his vehicle.