My parents have a vanity plate on one of their cars that reads “PSYNCE” because they’re both involved in psychological science…get it?  Also, because they’re both Pdorks.  

I was at a gas station filling their car the other day and a truck pulled up in front of me.  The guy in the passenger seat yelled out “Hey lady, I like your plates!”  And then he started cracking up.  I was surprised that he was that tickled by PSYNCE, but I guess punniness is in the eye of the beholder and maybe he was a Pdork too.  So, I said thank you and went back to watching the gallons glug into the car.  The guy in the driver’s seat then shouted “I can’t see her plates.  What does it say?”  The passenger yelled back “It says her ‘pussy’s nice.’  That’s what that means, right lady?”  I pretended I didn’t hear them and stood there, paralyzed by embarrassment.  As soon as they pulled away, I finally unfroze and yelled after them “It’s my mom’s car, you guys!”  Like that made anything any better.  

Yet another reason it’s a miracle that I’m some shade of normal with two psychologists as parents.