April has been a busy old month in lots of ways, with the weather in my bit of the UK being largely clement whilst still offering us the “what season is it going to be this week” question in terms of temperature. Fortunately my wardrobe is small enough for nothing to get packed away. It’s also meant that it’s the season for Himself and I to get out and about a bit more with our cameras. Today’s post will not include pictures of said trips, instead it will describe a couple of sights which caused us to roar with laughter while in the car.
During the Easter weekend, the traffic was understandably stop-start, so we got the opportunity to examine our fellow travellers in some detail. The majority of the cars were packed to the gills with people and luggage, all heading off to visit family or to enjoy a staycation. However, one particular SUV remained in the lane ahead of us for a significant period, allowing us plenty of time to eyeball their luggage. As we pull to a stop close to their bumper, Himself and I turned to one another with a “WTF?”.
Among the visible cases was a Trunki. For those of you who don’t want to click on the link, they’re a manufacturer of fun children’s luggage, the USP of which is that when your child is tired of pulling it along themselves, they can sit on it and be dragged along by their parent. Apparently they’d appeared on Dragons Den (the UK’s version of Shark Tank) which is where Himself spotted them. Anyway, sticking out of one corner of said Trunki was a light purple plastic thingy. Initially I’d assumed it was some form of child’s toy – you know, the turret of a castle, or the leg of something. But when we remained stationary mere feet from their rear for a significant period of time, it became clear that there was an anatomically correct aspect to said purple plastic thingy. Indeed, one could clearly see that it had a head – and not the sort that goes on top of your neck.
I can’t decide whether I was more appalled at the thought that someone had packed their – ahem – toy in their child’s case, or that a grown woman had bought themselves a Trunki 😉
Fast forward to our next road trip. I’ve a habit of wiling away trips when in the passenger seat with spotting unusual shop names as we pass through towns; we also both notice (and comment on) personalised number plates. Except they don’t usually cause us to titter – and this one did. I find that most personalised plates are about stroking the ego, but this one, on a fancy Mercedes, read MY60NAD – except the 6 had been altered slightly so it read as a G. In the UK, we have a slang saying for when something is top notch – it’s referred to it as the Dog’s…. Some people find it necessary to specify what part of a dog’s anatomy they are referencing, but generally it’s assumed not to be. So, here was a man – quite literally – advertising to the world, his belief that his car was the absolute Dog’s…. 🙂
So, what’s been going on in your world this April? Any amusing tales to tell?
© Debra Carey, 2022