Custom license plates provide drivers with a special chance to express their individuality. These people have the option to put personalized phrases or letter and number combinations to their license plates for an extra charge. Vanity plates provide people a chance to express themselves creatively and in a distinctive way. Vanity plate applications are sometimes denied, nevertheless, because state governments and their bureaus of motor vehicles object to controversial wording.
Wendy Auger found out lately that a term on her vanity plate—which she had proudly exhibited for fifteen years—had unexpectedly caused it to be denied. Many people smiled when she drove along the highways and back roads of her New Hampshire home because of her humorous vanity plate, which said “PB4WEGO.” Auger, a bartender from Rochester, New Hampshire’s Gonic neighborhood, was shocked to learn that the DMV found the circumstance to be disrespectful.
Auger is convinced that her fundamental right to free speech is being curtailed by the state. Furthermore, in her opinion, it is acceptable to include the term “pe* before we go” on a vanity plate. She interprets it as a common bit of wisdom that parents impart to their kids.
Auger had not bought the plate by accident. She had been looking for it for years and was excited that it was finally going to be available. She immediately decided to put “PB4WEGO” on her New Hampshire license plate, seizing the chance. The state’s decision to raise the character limit on its vanity license plates from six to seven was the driving force behind this modification.
Is Auger supposed to get a new license plate as it is fifteen years old?
Entitled Couple on Plane Demands I Cover My Face Because My Scars ‘Scare’ Them — Flight Attendant & Captain Put Them in Their Place
When Carla boards a flight, her healing scars become the target of a cruel couple’s disgust, igniting a tense confrontation in the cabin. What begins as silent endurance soon escalates as the couple demands action, forcing the crew to step in.
The airport felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just the way people stared. I kept my head down, gripping my boarding pass like it was the only thing holding me together.
A woman prepared to board a plane | Source: Pexels
The scar across my face was still healing, but it already felt like it had carved itself into my identity. People didn’t see me anymore, they saw the scar first.
The injury happened a month ago in a car accident. I had been a passenger, and when the airbag deployed, a shard of glass sliced deep into my face. The doctors were quick to act, stitching me up with precision, but they couldn’t prevent the jagged line from forming.
Doctors at work | Source: Pexels
My dermatologist called it “early scar tissue,” raw, shiny, and red. It stretched from an inch above my hairline, down my brow, cutting across my cheek, and ending near my jawline. Part of my eyebrow would never grow back, and my cheek had an indentation where the cut had been deepest.
For weeks, my face was covered in bandages. At first, I couldn’t bear to look in the mirror. But as the wounds closed and the bandages came off, I had no choice but to face it.
A woman with bandages covering her face | Source: Midjourney
My friends tried to cheer me up, calling it badass, even sexy in a mysterious way. I tried to believe them, but it was hard when strangers stared or looked away too quickly.
The healing process was slow and uncomfortable. Every morning, I applied the creams and ointments the dermatologist recommended, ensuring the skin stayed clean and hydrated.
A woman with cream on her face | Source: Midjourney
But no amount of care could change the shiny, slick appearance or the harsh red lines that seemed to scream for attention. I knew they’d fade over time, but the thought of them never disappearing entirely sat heavy in my chest.
Now, as I walked to my seat on the plane, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. I dropped into the window seat, my heart racing.
A woman settling into her window seat | Source: Pexels
At least I’d boarded early, avoiding the crowds. I slipped my headphones on, letting the music drown out my worries. Closing my eyes, I prayed for a peaceful, uneventful flight.
I woke up to voices. Loud ones.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a man grumbled. “These are our seats?” His tone was sharp, like he was angry at the world.
A close-up shot of a grumpy man | Source: Pexels
“Row 5B and 5C,” a woman’s voice replied, clipped and impatient. “It’s fine. Just sit down.”
The couple settled into the seats next to me with a lot of huffing and shuffling. I kept my eyes closed, hoping they’d leave me alone. The man had a rough, gravelly voice. “I don’t believe this. We pay for this flight, and this is what we get? Last-minute seats next to —” He stopped.
A grumpy couple on a plane | Source: Midjourney
“Next to what?” the woman asked, her voice rising. “Oh.” I felt her eyes on me. My skin prickled. “You’ve got to be joking.”
I stayed still, my heart pounding. Please just stop talking.
“Hey, lady!” the man barked. I opened my eyes slowly and turned toward him. He flinched, then scowled. “Can’t you cover that up or something?”
Young woman with scars on her face | Source: Midjourney
I blinked, too stunned to speak.
“Tom,” the woman hissed, covering her nose with her sweater sleeve. “That’s disgusting. How did they even let her board like that?”
“Exactly!” Tom leaned forward, pointing a finger at me. “This is a public place, you know? People don’t need to see… that.”
A disgusted couple | Source: Midjourney
I felt my face flush. The words caught in my throat. I wanted to explain, to tell them it wasn’t something I could help, but no sound came out.
“Are you just going to sit there?” the woman said, her voice sharp and nasally. “Unbelievable.”
Tom leaned into the aisle and waved down a flight attendant. “Hey! Can you do something about this? My girlfriend is freaking out.”
A flight attendant in the isle | Source: Unsplash
The flight attendant approached, her expression calm but serious. “Is there a problem, sir?”
“Yeah, there’s a problem,” Tom said. “Look at her!” He jabbed a thumb in my direction. “It’s upsetting my girlfriend. Can you move her to the back or something?”
The attendant’s eyes shifted to me. Her face softened for a moment before she turned back to the man. “Sir, all passengers are entitled to their seats. Is there something I can help you with?”
Flight attendant talking to the passengers | Source: Unsplash
“I just told you!” Tom snapped. “She’s sitting there looking like that. It’s gross. She should have to cover it up or move.”
The woman added, “I can’t even look at her. I’ll throw up.”
The flight attendant straightened, her tone cool and firm. “Sir, ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voices. This kind of behavior is not acceptable.”
An angry middle-aged man talking to a flight attendant on a plane | Source: Midjourney
Tom scoffed. “Behavior? What about her behavior? It’s inconsiderate! She’s scaring people!”
The attendant ignored him and crouched slightly toward me. “Miss, are you okay?”
I nodded stiffly, barely holding back tears.
The attendant stood tall again. “I’ll be right back,” she said, her voice steady. “Excuse me for a moment.”
A flight attendant confronting an angry passenger | Source: Midjourney
As she walked toward the cockpit, Tom leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath. The woman beside him folded her arms and glared out the aisle. I stared at the window, wishing I could disappear.
The cabin was quiet except for the low hum of the engines. I kept my eyes on the seatback in front of me, trying not to cry. A few rows back, someone whispered. I imagined they were talking about me.
A sad woman with a scar | Source: Midjourney
The intercom crackled. The captain’s voice came through, calm but firm.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ve been made aware of behavior that does not align with the respectful environment we strive to maintain on this flight. Let me remind everyone that harassment or discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. Please treat your fellow passengers with dignity.”
The pilots of the plane | Source: Pexels
The announcement sent a ripple through the cabin. Heads turned, passengers shifting in their seats as they glanced toward row 5. I caught sight of someone across the aisle shaking their head in disapproval, and my stomach twisted.
The flight attendant returned, standing tall and composed. She leaned into our row and addressed the couple directly. “Mr. and Ms., I’ll need you to move to seats 22B and 22C at the back of the plane.”
A flight attendant talking to passengers | Source: Midjourney
The man looked stunned. “What?” he barked. “We’re not moving!”
“Sir,” the flight attendant said firmly, “this is not negotiable. Your behavior has disrupted the flight, and we need to ensure a comfortable environment for all passengers.”
“This is ridiculous,” the woman snapped, pulling her sweater tighter around her. “Why are we the ones being punished? She’s the one causing the problem!”
A young woman shouting at flight attendants | Source: Midjourney
The flight attendant didn’t flinch. “Ma’am, your new seats are ready. Please gather your belongings.”
The man scowled, his face flushed red with anger. “This is insane,” he muttered, yanking his bag from under the seat. The woman followed, grumbling loudly as she snatched her purse. Passengers nearby watched silently, their expressions ranging from disapproval to quiet satisfaction.
A dissatisfied couple walking | Source: Midjourney
As the couple shuffled down the aisle, someone clapped. Then another. The sound grew, scattering applause throughout the cabin. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. Not from embarrassment this time, but from the strange, unexpected comfort of the gesture.
The flight attendant turned to me, her expression soft. “Miss, I want to apologize for what happened. No one should have to experience that.”
A nice flight attendant talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“We have an open seat in business class,” she continued. “We’d like to move you there as a gesture of goodwill. Would that be okay?”
I hesitated. “I don’t want to cause trouble.”
“You’re not causing trouble,” she said, her voice kind. “Please. Let us take care of you.”
An unsure woman on a plane | Source: Midjourney
I nodded, murmuring, “Thank you.”
As I settled into my new seat, she brought me a cup of coffee and a small bag of cookies, then left me to relax. I stared out the window, the clouds a soft white blur against the endless blue. My breathing slowed, the knot in my chest loosening.
A woman with a book and a coffee in a window seat | Source: Freepik
For the first time in what felt like weeks, I let myself cry. Quiet tears slid down my cheeks. I thought about my friends’ words, how they’d told me I was still me, scars and all. “You’re still beautiful,” one had said. “You’re just fierce now too.”
I looked out the window again. The clouds seemed endless, stretching far into the horizon. My tears stopped. I took a deep breath, the air filling my lungs like a promise.
A woman looking at her phone on a plane | Source: Pexels
As the plane glided forward, I felt something I hadn’t in weeks: hope.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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