"Do you know who Minnie Pearl is?"
I admitted to the patient that I did. "Why?" I inquired, suspiciously.
It transpired that he had recently bought a pearl-white minivan, and ordered the correspondent vanity plate. I thought that was pretty clever. But the plate (he demonstrated) hadn't come back as Minnie Pearl. No; in the depths of the plate manufacturing plant, it had been transmuted into... ninny pearl.
He was just off to the DMV to complain.
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