My dad is a dermatologist who
thought it was hilarious to get “Zit” vanity plates. Somehow they ended up not
on his car but on the family car. Needless to say, I was a tad embarrassed
driving that car. For Christmas, when I was 16, I unwrapped a pair of license
plates. Hooray, I thought, something to replace the ZIT plates. Nope.
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