Whenever I commute into work on the 101, I’m always see something funny, odd or just outright disturbing. Whether it’s in the form of my parallel lane partner picking his nose with his fist or the dog who’s trying to lunge at me through a closed window (I swear I was not provoking it) my ride north is never dull.
My commute the other morning was nothing less than entertaining. But it was a license plate that caught my attention that day. Not only was it on a beautifully crafted piece of German engineering, but it was paying homage to perhaps one of the finest foods ever: pho. Who doesn’t love them some proper pho? Who? I ask, who? [said in my best Russell Peters Looz Wooton voice]. You’ve GOTS to love you some pho, yo.