A mom with four children felt surprised when the New Hampshire Division of Motor Vehicles requested she give up the personalized license plates she owned for 15 years.
The plates serve as a simple reminder for her boys to use the bathroom before entering the car.
However, not understanding Wendy Auger's innocent message, the DMV decided the plates indicated "sexual or excretory acts or functions."
In 2019, Wendy Auger from Rochester, New Hampshire, got orders from the state's DMV to return the personalized license plate she utilized for 15 years.
"It would really be awful if I lose it," said the mom of four, who often gets praise for her funny plates.
New Hampshire woman beats DMV to keep 'PB4WEGO' license ... (Source: www.autoblog.com)
Mentioning the state's slogan, "live free or die," Auger then states, "If they make me remove it from the plate, then I won't be able to live free."
Her plates show "PB4WEGO," which tells her kids that before they get in the car to "pee before we go."
"Which parent hasn't said that to children before leaving home?" the paralegal questions. "I'm not one to protest with signs, but seriously."
"I'm not an activist," she informs CNN. "But this is a harmless thing I've had and it's part of our family identity and who I am and there was no valid reason for them to take it away."
Based on the letter sent by the DMV that asks for the return of the plates, the mix of letters on her plates points to "sexual or excretory acts or functions."
At that time, Auger had 10 days to submit her plate and was offered the choice to pick another custom plate at no additional cost.
After she got the letter, the woman posted the recall notice on Facebook with pictures of her plates.
The post became popular. One internet user remarks on Auger's social media page: "Such a silly situation... Not only is it humorous and sweet, it's a very good reminder!" And another writes, "what's happening?! You've owned that plate FOREVER."
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A third suggests an answer, "Would that mean Pee or Pay...??? lol"
Answering users who urged her to fight the recall, Auger posts, "Live free or die my butt," she posts, later adding, "I think dmv sux will be my next choice...but I might get stopped by police often lol."
Spreading across social media, her post finally drew attention from New Hampshire Governor Chris Sununu, who reversed the decision. He sent her a message saying: "Hey Wendy, I'ts Chris Sununu, How are you? Hey, just want to let you know we took care of that issue...sorry for that small bureaucratic delay up there...and the resistance...but clearly common sense won."
When my mother-in-law gave me an old vehicle that hadn’t operated in more than ten years, I initially thought it was her way of humiliating me. She didn’t realize, however, that I would rebuild it into a showpiece valued in the thousands. Just as I was about to celebrate my achievement, she demanded its return.
Hi, I’m Elisa, and I have always loved cars.
My father was a semi-professional race driver, and from a young age, I was drawn to garages. He showed me how to tighten bolts and understand engines.
We discovered we had more in common than I thought. Over the following months, we attended car exhibitions, watched vintage auctions, and planned road trips to explore automotive classics. Our bond grew stronger through shared laughs and long drives.
When she opened the door, I smiled warmly and handed her the bouquet.
"These are for you, Christine," I said politely.
"Oh, how sweet," she responded, accepting the flowers without much enthusiasm. Her Southern accent was thick, and her tone didn’t sound warm. "Come on in, y’all."
The living room gave off a scent of lavender and coffee. Henry and I sat on the couch while Christine settled into an armchair, eyeing me like she was trying to figure me out.
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This was one of the strangest presents I’ve ever received. My friends, who watched us in the garage, looked at each other in surprise.
Christine gave me one more smirk before walking away. I realized she thought she’d put me in my place with that "gift," but what she didn’t see was that she’d given me a challenge.
Over six months, I dedicated myself fully to that Mustang. I found rare parts, some from collectors across the country. I worked late nights, replacing engines, fixing suspension, and restoring the interior.
It wasn’t just to make it run again. I wanted it to look brand new.
Henry often stopped by while I worked to bring snacks or just keep me company.
"You’re incredible," Henry would say, watching me tune the engine. "My mom has no idea who she’s messing with."
When I finished, the Mustang was a true masterpiece.
Its shiny black surface shimmered under the lights. The engine hummed smoothly. I had turned a forgotten pile of metal into a car worth at least $20,000.
Friends, neighbors, even some clients came by to see it.
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"You gave me this car as a present, Christine. Remember? On my birthday?"
Her lips curled into a smirk. "A gift, yes. But I never said you could keep it."
My blood heated. I stayed calm.
"Here’s the thing," I said evenly. "I have receipts for all expenses, photos of every step of the restoration, and witnesses who heard you say it was a gift. So, no, I won’t give it back."
I hired a lawyer, and the court process was quick. My lawyer presented all evidence, including friends’ and family members’ testimonies that confirmed it was a gift.
The judge decided that the Mustang belonged to me legally.
Winning was satisfying. What followed made it even better.
I sold the Mustang for $20,000. I used some of the money to buy a new car and to go on a road trip with Henry. We drove across the country in our dream car, visiting car shows and making unforgettable memories.
"Mom, if you can’t respect Elisa, you’re not welcome in our lives," he told her.
Gradually, her interference diminished. I don’t know if she accepts my profession as a valid career, but she’s probably thinking twice before trying to give me another car again.
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I Work as a Truck Driver & Picked Up a Boy on a Lonely Road – After Hearing His
Story, I Turned Back and It Changed My Life
After working as a truck driver for two decades, I believed I had experienced everything on those vast, empty highways. Yet I never expected that picking up a stranger along the road would lead to an emotional reunion, a viral message of thanks, and the end of my time on the road.
I've been in this profession for many years. Being a woman in this line of work is uncommon, but I chose this career knowing it would come with difficulties.
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Life often guides you down unexpected paths. For me, that path opened when my husband left me and our four-year-old twins, Gia and Vinnie.
My father operated trucks until he was 55. I grew up watching him leave for days at a time, always returning with stories from his routes. Contrary to popular belief, this job pays well enough to keep food on the table as I grew up.
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When I needed to support my children alone, I knew this was the best choice. I obtained my commercial license and started working. The company I joined offered better benefits than my father's had, including insurance.
The only drawback was that I spent weeks at a time away from home. Luckily, my mother looked after my kids during my absences, but I missed too many moments. Many birthday celebrations happened without me.
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Other milestones, like school performances, couldn’t be moved. Many times, I only saw shaky videos of their achievements. Still, it paid for essentials, and my children never went hungry. In fact, they had more than I did.
Now, they’re adults and no longer live at home. They call often and express gratitude, but my mother played a bigger role for them than I did. The guilt of missing their childhood often weighs on me at night.
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Everything changed on a dull evening while I was driving through a quiet stretch of highway.
I noticed a teenage boy, maybe 16, standing by the roadside. His clothes looked wrinkled. He seemed exhausted, but there was something else—like he didn’t know where to go.
I slowed down and pulled over. My company’s rules strictly banned accepting hitchhikers, but I had a feeling I should stop.
“Hey there, kid. Do you need a lift?” I asked through the open window. My tone was firm but gentle, like I was talking to one of my own children.
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“Listen, kid,” I said, “I’ve been driving these roads for 20 years. I’ve seen many folks trying to escape different problems. Usually, running just makes things worse.”
He snapped, “You don’t know anything about me,” but his voice cracked.
“I’m not claiming to,” I said calmly. “But I see that look in your eyes.”
He gazed out again, silent.
Ahead, I saw a gas station and checked the fuel gauge. It was running low. I pulled in and stopped at a pump.
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He fiddled with the wrapper. "Fought with my mom," he said quietly. "I ran away."
“That’s quite a fight,” I replied neutrally.
“She wouldn’t let me go to France with my class,” he said suddenly. “Everyone else is going, but she says we can’t afford it.” His voice broke again. “I hate being the poorest kid. She says no to everything. She doesn’t understand how much I want this.”
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“Yeah,” I replied. “I missed many moments with my kids. It still hurts. But you know what? They never went hungry, or wanted for stuff.”
“But didn’t they hate you for missing so much?” he asked, and I sensed his true question: Would life be better if my mom worked this job?
“Sometimes,” I admitted. “We fought a lot when they were teenagers. But now they get it. Your mom’s there for you in ways money can’t buy—her time and her love. If you ask my kids, they’d say they’d rather have her present.”
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Alex turned away, and I knew he needed a moment of silence to think.
The highway stretched ahead, now fully dark except for my headlights. The solitude was usual on these trips, but having him there, even quietly, was comforting.
“Sometimes she cries,” he suddenly said. “When she thinks I’m asleep. I hear her talking to my aunt about bills and stuff.”
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“That must be hard to hear,” I replied softly.
“I just wanted to go on that one stupid trip,” he said, swallowing hard. “Everyone will come back with stories and photos, and I’ll be the one who stayed behind.”
“I’m not a loser, Alex,” I told him firmly. “And neither is your mother. You’re both doing your best with what you have, and you’ve already got more than many others.”
He nodded slightly, and after another silence, he asked, “Can you take me to the bus stop?”
“Alex!” a woman yelled, rushing outside. “Oh my God, Alex!”
She wrapped him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he sobbed. “I was being stupid. I’m sorry.”
She, Mary, looked at me, still holding her son. “Thank you,” she said shakily. “Thank you for bringing him back. I didn’t know what to think when I saw his note. I’ve been calling everyone and driving around looking for him…”
“It's okay,” I said. “I once had teenagers too.”
“Please,” Mary asked, “let me make you some coffee before you go.”
“I’ll pass,” I said with a smile. “But how about a photo? Something to remind him to think twice before running off and hitching rides with strangers.”
Alex actually smiled at that. Mary took a picture of us on her phone and then wrote down my name and company details.
I forgot to mention that my company’s policy forbids picking up hitchhikers. Later that night, Mary posted on Facebook thanking me, and her message went viral.
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A week later, my boss, Mr. Luther, called me into his office. I thought I was about to be fired, feeling nervous.
But he greeted me with a huge smile. “Jules, our viral sensation!” he said happily and praised me for boosting the company’s image.
He asked me to sit, and I stayed quiet, not expecting what was coming next.
“Honestly, Jules,” he said, now serious but still smiling. “You’ve been one of our top drivers for years. This story just shows what we already knew about you. That’s why I want to promote you. I believe you have what it takes to lead, so I’d like to offer you the role of logistics manager. You’d need to move or commute, but the pay would be more than double, and the hours would be better.”
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Who needs therapists when you have jokes like these? This set is a feast of humor, with each joke packed with chaos and silliness. From grandmothers crying over ideal husbands, siblings trying too hard to impress their mom, to a blonde outsmarting a genius so badly he's still recovering.
These jokes will make your funny bone tickle more than a feather in a comedy show. Prepare to burst out laughing without caring who sees... because they probably are, and they’re wondering why you’re in tears!
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Have you ever met someone whose life seems to come straight from a fairy tale, only to find out reality has the last laugh?
One breezy morning, I decided to walk through the park. I saw the usual sights — families having picnics, children chasing each other, joggers panting through their routines. Then I noticed something strange: a fragile elderly woman sitting alone on a bench, quietly crying into her hands.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I asked carefully, “are you okay? Is there anything I can help with?”
She looked up with moist eyes and said, “Oh, young man, I have the happiest life anyone could wish for.”
This wasn’t what I expected. Curious, I sat beside her. “That sounds wonderful,” I replied softly. “Why are you crying?”
With a sad sigh, she began to share her story. “I’m married to a 22-year-old man who treats me like a queen. Every morning, he brings me breakfast in bed — fresh waffles, syrup, and a latte just how I like it. He massages my feet afterward to start the day right.”
“Wow,” I nodded, “that sounds amazing.”
“But there’s more,” she added. “He makes me a gourmet lunch every day, plays his guitar for me while I relax outside, and spoils me with dinner by candlelight. He even writes poems just for me!”
I was impressed. “He plays the guitar? How sweet! Like a dream. But why are you crying?”
She sniffled loudly, tears flowing. “Because... I can’t remember where I live!”
I had to hold back my laughter, but I giggled so hard I might have needed a tissue myself.
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Brothers enjoy showing off, especially when trying to impress their parents. But this time, their mother outsmarted them all.
Gerard, Howard, and Norman were three successful siblings eager to outdo each other with the best gift for their mother’s 90th birthday. They gathered over dinner to brag about their presents.
Gerard proudly said, “I built a big mansion for her. It has ten bedrooms, a library, and even an indoor pool.”
Howard chuckled. “That’s nice. I sent her a Tesla with a chauffeur so she never has to drive again.”
Norman leaned back and smiled wider. “You’re both amateurs. I sent her a trained parrot trained by monks for twelve years. It knows the whole Bible. Just name a verse, and it’ll recite it perfectly.”
A week later, their mother sent thank-you notes.
“Gerard,” she wrote, “the house is beautiful, but too large. I only use one room and have to clean the whole house!”
“Howard,” she added, “the car is lovely, but I don’t go out much, and the driver is quite grumpy.”
“Norman,” she concluded, “you understand me best. The roast chicken was delicious. Though, it was a bit small.”
Norman realized his “biblical” bird had become dinner instead of divine inspiration.
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Sometimes, asking for help is fine, but knocking on someone’s door in the middle of the night is another story.
One cold night, my husband and I were suddenly woken by loud knocking. He got up grumbling to see who it was.
At the door, a wet, shivering man stood. “Excuse me,” he said politely, “can you give me a push?”
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My husband frowned. “Really? It’s 3 a.m., and it’s freezing outside!”
He slammed the door, returning to bed muttering.
“Who was that?” I asked sleepy.
“Some guy needing a push,” he replied annoyed.
“Did you help him?”
“No way! It’s dark and pouring rain!”
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I gave him a cooling stare. “Remember last winter, when our car broke down? Those kind strangers pushed us out of the ditch. Now it’s our turn, right?”
He groaned but dressed to head out into the cold. From the window, I watched him step outside.
“Where are you?”
“Over here,” the voice called.
“Where exactly?”
“On the swing set!”
His face when he came inside, dripping wet and frustrated, was priceless.
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When life hands you lemons, some people buy a Corvette.
A woman newly divorced decided to treat herself with something bold and flashy. She drove her shiny red Corvette off the lot, ready for her new beginning.
Feeling the wind, she pushed the pedal for 90 mph. Then 100. But her joy was cut short when blue lights flashed behind her.
“Maybe I can outrun him,” she thought, speeding up. Yet she pulled over when the officer caught up.
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The officer approached, tired and irritated. “Ma’am, I’ve had a long day. If you give me an excuse for speeding I’ve never heard, I’ll let you go.”
She quickly replied, “Last week, my husband ran off with a cop. I thought you were trying to bring him back!”
The officer nearly laughed out loud. “Alright, ma’am. Have a good day.”
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Some people solve unfair bills with reasoning; others with humor.
After a long drive, a couple stayed at a luxury hotel. When they checked out, they were handed a $350 bill.
“This must be wrong,” the husband said. “We barely stayed here!”
“No mistake,” said the receptionist. “It covers access to the pool, spa, and conference room.”
“But we didn’t use any,” he argued.
"Yes, but they were available," she smiled.
The husband wrote a check for $50. “This is only $50.”
“Why only $50?”
“Because I’m charging you $300 for sleeping with my wife.”
“But I didn’t!”
“Well,” the husband shrugged, “she was available!”
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Never underestimate anyone, especially on a plane.
A Harvard graduate sat next to a blonde woman and decided to have fun.
“Let’s play a game,” he suggested. “I ask you a question. If you don’t know, you give me $5. Then you ask me, and if I don’t know, I pay you $500.”
She agreed.
“What’s the distance between Earth and Mars?” he asked confidently.
She gave him $5 without answering.
Her turn. “What goes uphill with three legs and downhill with four?”
He searched online, asked around, but couldn’t find the answer. Frustrated, he handed her $500.
“So, what’s the answer?”
She smiled, handed him $5, and said, “I have no idea.”
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And that’s proof that the biggest laughs often come from unexpected places. Who thought a parrot, a hotel bill, and a swing set could make us cry? If you're smiling now, you’ve joined the “Laugh Till You Drop” club.
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This story is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for entertainment. Names and details may be changed to protect privacy. Any similarities to actual persons or events are unintended. The author and publisher do not guarantee accuracy and are not responsible for misinterpretations. This story is provided "as is," and opinions are those of the characters, not the creator.
