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.
The state stated that the rules are now quite explicit and that they were changed years ago as a result of a court order from the New Hampshire Supreme Court.
Is Auger supposed to get a new license plate as it is fifteen years old?
My In-Laws Demanded Our Luxury Villa on Our Family Honeymoon – My Husband Gave Me the Green Light to Put Them in Their Place
What was supposed to be a dream honeymoon in Bora Bora quickly turned into a battle for control when my in-laws demanded our luxury villa for themselves. But when my husband finally allowed me to handle them, I made sure they got exactly what they deserved.
When we broke the news, my parents were overjoyed. They had always been modest, easygoing people who never expected extravagance.
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Growing up, vacations for us meant road trips, budget-friendly hotels, and simple pleasures like picnics on the beach. So, when Mark and I invited them on this luxurious trip, they were stunned.
My mom teared up, and my dad kept shaking his head, saying, “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” They kept thanking us, calling it the trip of a lifetime.
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Mark’s parents, however, were harder to please.
Before we even booked the trip, I got a taste of just how much control Mark’s parents had over him. We had originally planned to go in late May. But when Mark told his mom, she immediately shot it down.
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“No, Mark. That won’t work for us,” Linda had said firmly. “Your father has his golf tournament, and I have my garden club’s spring luncheon. You’ll have to move it.”
I had expected Mark to push back, to remind her that this was our honeymoon, not a family reunion. Instead, he sighed, gave me an apologetic look, and said, “We can reschedule, right?”
I was stunned. “Mark, we already put down deposits.”
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“I’ll cover the change fees,” he assured me. “It’s just easier this way.”
It wasn’t easier for me or my parents, who had to rearrange their own commitments. But for Linda and Richard? It was perfect. And, as always, what they wanted came first.
That night, I confronted him. “You can’t keep letting them run our lives.”
He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just this once,” he promised. “After this trip, no more. We’re setting boundaries.”
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I smiled and squeezed his hand. “Next time, let me handle things.”
We had booked them a gorgeous bungalow on the water. It had a glass floor, an open-air bathroom, and a private deck. But their expressions when they arrived? Disappointment. They barely said thank you.
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Mark and I, on the other hand, had taken the only available villa. It turned out to be a 4,000-square-foot paradise. It had a sauna, an outdoor tub, a private pool, and an ocean slide that dropped straight into the turquoise water. It was breathtaking.
Still, I had a feeling trouble was brewing.
At first, I thought Mark’s parents just needed time to adjust. Maybe they were overwhelmed. But I was so wrong.
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That evening, we all gathered for dinner. The warm air smelled like coconut and grilled seafood. The sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky in pink and gold. We were laughing, enjoying fresh pineapple cocktails, when my cousin Jason leaned over to me, grinning.
“That ocean slide of yours is insane! I saw the pics—can I try it tomorrow?”
I laughed. “Of course! It’s so much fun.”
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But across the table, I heard a loud gasp.
“Wait… WHAT?” My mother-in-law, Linda, slapped her hand against the table. Her eyes darted to Mark. “You have an ocean slide?”
My father-in-law, Richard, frowned. “Your place has a slide?”
I felt my stomach twist. Here we go.
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Linda grabbed Mark’s phone off the table. She scrolled through the photos we had taken earlier that day. Her face turned red. “Mark, THIS is your place?!”
Mark hesitated. “Uh… yeah?”
Richard shoved his chair back. “And we’re stuck in a bungalow?!”
I blinked. Stuck? The bungalows were luxurious. People dreamed of staying in one.
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“Mom, Dad,” Mark started, “your place is amazing. It’s the best bungalow they offer.”
“But it’s NOT a villa,” Linda snapped. She turned to me, voice sharp. “Why do YOU get the best place?”
I took a slow breath. Stay calm, Emily. “There was only one villa available,” I said. “It wouldn’t have been fair to give it to just one set of parents.”
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Linda huffed. “We’re the elders! We shouldn’t live like peasants while our children enjoy luxury!”
I almost choked on my drink. Peasants? In Bora Bora?
Richard crossed his arms. “Mark OWES us. We raised him. He wouldn’t even be here without us.”
Linda nodded, smug. “You can’t even sacrifice a little for family?”
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Mark sat frozen. His eyes darted between me and his parents. Linda’s nostrils flared. Richard’s jaw was clenched so tight I thought he might break a tooth.
“Mark,” Linda snapped, expecting him to take their side. “Say something!”
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Mark opened his mouth, then shut it. His hands curled into fists on the table. I could see the battle in his head. He had spent his entire life bending to their will. But now, it wasn’t just about him. It was about us.
He glanced at me. His blue eyes searched mine. And then, he exhaled and nodded. A small, almost imperceptible nod. My heart leaped. He was giving me permission.
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I turned to my in-laws, keeping my voice steady. “I understand you want something better. You’re right—family should be treated well. I’ll make sure you get the special treatment you deserve.”
Linda smirked. “Well, it’s about time.”
Richard scoffed. “Should’ve done that in the first place.”
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They stood up, practically preening, acting as if they had just won some great battle. Linda threw her napkin onto the table. “We’ll expect the change first thing in the morning.”
Richard grumbled under his breath as they stalked off. I caught the words “ungrateful children” before they disappeared down the wooden walkway.
I turned back to Mark. He exhaled, rubbing his face.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
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I smiled. “Oh, I’m very sure.”
That night, I made a quick call to the resort’s concierge. The request? An ‘upgrade’ for my in-laws.
The woman on the other end of the line was confused at first, but once I explained the situation, she let out a soft laugh.
“You want me to book them a flight home?” she asked.
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“First-class,” I confirmed. “Only the best for them.”
“Consider it done.”
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of suitcases rolling across the wooden deck outside my villa. I stepped onto the balcony just in time to see Linda and Richard arriving at the front desk, their chests puffed out in expectation.
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They were already gloating. I could see the certainty that they were about to waltz into our villa and take what they believed they deserved in their faces.
The concierge approached them with a warm smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, your special arrangements have been finalized.”
Linda beamed. “Finally! Where are our new keys?”
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She handed them an envelope. “Your first-class tickets.”
Silence.
Linda’s eyebrows shot up. “Tickets?”
Richard snatched the envelope, ripping it open. His face turned a shade of red I hadn’t seen before. “This is a joke,” he growled. “This is a goddamn joke.”
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Linda’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “YOU’RE SENDING US HOME?!” she shrieked so loudly that nearby guests turned to stare.
I stepped forward, flashing them my sweetest smile. “You said you deserved the best… and home is the best place we could find for you.”
Richard’s face burned. “HOW DARE YOU?!”
“Oh, very easily,” I said lightly.
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Linda looked around, desperate for someone to intervene. She turned to Mark. “You’re going to let her do this to us?”
Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Honestly? Yeah.”
Linda gasped like he had just slapped her. “We’re your parents!”
“And we’re on our honeymoon,” he replied. “You don’t even like Bora Bora, Mom. You complained the entire flight.”
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Linda sputtered, grasping at an argument. “Well… we… we didn’t think we’d be treated like this.”
I shrugged. “Safe travels.”
And just like that, the resort staff took over. Their bags were already packed and loaded onto a boat. Linda was still screeching when the boat pulled away from the dock. Mark stepped beside me, watching his parents disappear across the water.
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He exhaled, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you actually did that.”
I wrapped an arm around his waist. “Believe it.”
He turned to me, his expression softer than I had seen in days. “I’m sorry I let it get this bad. I should have shut it down sooner.”
I reached for his hand. “You did the right thing in the end. That’s what matters.”
And finally, for the first time since we arrived, we could enjoy our honeymoon.
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We spent the next few days soaking up every bit of luxury the villa had to offer.
We had slow, lazy mornings, wrapped up in each other, watching the sunrise over the ocean from our private deck. We sipped coffee in bed, no one interrupting us, no guilt hanging in the air.
At night, we had romantic dinners in our villa, the sound of waves in the background, the entire world feeling like it belonged to just us.
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One evening, as we lounged in the outdoor tub, Mark pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Best decision ever,” he murmured.
I smiled, sinking into his embrace. This trip was supposed to be about celebrating love, and in a way, it still was.
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