So we pull up to Lake Merritt, to have a little walk around the lake. It’s three miles, a good jaunt, especially if taken at a good clip. We get out the car, just as this old-ish Cadillac pulls up and parks right behind us, and — and I don’t mean to be a stereotypical asshole about this, but maybe it’s funnier if you have all the facts — this middle-aged African-American guy gets out and asks if he can ask me what my license plate means. But before I can explain, he offers,

“Does that mean you’re a kissin’, huggin’ muthafucka?!”

And y’know, now, I think it does. Thanks, man.

…and that leads me to wonder, so I’m going to ask:

What does all this mean to YOU?

In the course of everyday life, I keep coming across situations that call for an effusive “Namaste, Motherfucker!”… or an exasperated one. I’ll post mine if you’ll share yours.

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