So the other day, I'm dropping Sheri off at work when we see in front of us what must have been a 20-year old GMC Suburban, with the licence plate MEL GBSN.
Now, reason would suggest that this was just a person who really, really, really liked "the Gibster," and chose to put his name on their licence plate. Stranger things have happened.
But could one of these stranger things be that it really was Mel Gibson, with the most clever disguise ever? Imagine the ensuing conversation (not unlike the actual conversation that Sheri and I had):

"Say, look at that licence plate, there."

"Yup, must be a big Mel Gibson fan."

"Wouldn't that be funny if it really was Mel Gibson?"

"Well, we are in California."

"No, really."

"You really think that ol' Mel would drive around in a piece of crap like that with his own name on his plates?"

"Yeah, right."

"Ha, ha."

Meanwhile, Mel, with a grin, rolls up his window and drives away.

ps- Rachel, biggest congratulations despite the surprise. I couldn't be more thrilled.

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