I've probably told this story before on here, but my mother loved that old TV show where contestants guessed the meaning of fake vanity plates. Every time I would be in the car with her, she would fret about one she couldn't figure out until she either figured it out or found something else to focus on.So one day, later in life, I'm riding in the car with my mom as we stop at a traffic light. Immediately I saw the car tag in front of us and started to think, "Oh no. Please, God... don't let her see this car tag. If you are really out there, you will grant me this wish." Maybe part of the reason I don't believe he is out there is because of this experience, but eventually, what seemed like minutes of prayer ended with my mother's guess at this vanity plate (2DX4ME). "DIXIE FOR ME!!!! DIXIE FOR ME!!!" my mother exclaimed as she bobbed up and down in her car seat with her arms in the air like she was raising the roof. My head was now buried in my hands and my face was the color of a tomato saying under my breath, "Please make it stop, please make it stop," but she continued screaming that over and over. Eventually she got pissed off at me for not participating in the celebration saying, "What?... DIXIE FOR ME!!!! That's what it is. I know it." Knowing this will never end, I finally came up with a response: "Mother, that ain't 'dixie.'" She stared ahead with me still cringing from the experience, "Oh... OHHHHH... dear lord... who would put that on a car tag?" I just shrugged, and we finished the car ride in silence, luckily not far.