A couple from memory. DIVA, and the driver looked very tired, huge yawn in the rearview mirror. It's so hard being a diva these days, I guess.
And 666 DVL; twice, I kid you not. Years back, almost home from work in the deep evening, and this modest sedan was hogging the two lane road going c. five under the speed limit. I was about to go out and around, when I started taking in the details. The silhouette of the driver was stock still, bulky, in a winter coat and wearing what appeared to be an "Odd Job" type bowler hat; in fact, the figure could be Odd Job from behind. As I started to make my move to pass (illegally, mind you), I saw that plate and got a supernatural rush of alarm. Instead of passing, I backed off to c. ten below the speed limit and let the Devil have his way.
That was easily a quarter century ago. Just a couple of years ago, I was driving my aged mother around on some errands; and we pulled into her bank's drive up window lanes. Right next to us in the other drive up lane was a well-fleshed, middle-aged woman of nondescript ancestry, and as she pulled forward to the teller station I saw the plate on her (also modest but much newer) sedan, 666 DVL. Uncanny! This time I was only highly amused at the incredible coincidence. Must have been the wife of the earlier "Odd Job" dude. Either that, or the original owner of the plate dropped it and somebody else snagged it. Either that, or the Devil really does enjoy advertising his/her identity "in your face".
