A teenager born with four kidneys has promised to donate two of them to help save lives. Next thing you know, the Doctor will be in the news, pledging his extra heart.
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And lastly, apparently someone has absolutely no clue what to do with the wealth they’ve amassed, so what better way to spend $14 million than on a license plate? Oh sure, it’s all about the prestige of the plate bearing the single digit “1.” But honestly…$14 million?! I’d chew a license plate out of metal slabs for half that, and you’d get a lot more entertainment value for your money.
I see that smile.
But honestly…$14 million?! I’d chew a license plate out of metal slabs for half that, and you’d get a lot more entertainment value for your money.
That’s pretty insane, but I suspect the person involved is so rich–and always has been so rich–that they’ve never learned the real-world value of money. They’ve never had privation, so they don’t understand the concept of restraint. Call it the Paris Hilton syndrome.
There may be more cultural significance to the number than we realize, too. In Hong Kong, people will pay a premium for license plates and home addresses that feature the number “7” because it’s considered so lucky. Also, just like buildings here omit number a floor “13” because it’s considered unlucky in our culture, buildings in Hong Kong omit “4” and “14” because “4” is associated with death.
In Korea they omit the #4 as well. While an English teacher in Kwangju I saw a bus #666 that went in front of the school a lot. Go figure.
The 14 million dollars that was paid for the number 1 plate, just shows how rich the oil people really are.
We pay such high prices for oil so they can live so high.
The world’s people can find another way to run our cars, and heat all the homes.
If we did not have to pay those oil rich Arabs for oil, then watch how fast they all kiss our asses.
I am,
George Vreeland Hill
I actually had a run-in with one of those cultural number taboos when I worked at a hotel a few years back. We had a gentleman come in, I believe he was Chinese, who couldn’t be given any room with 4 in it.
Of course, the reservationist screwed up, and on a booked weekend, he was stuck in a room with two 4’s (414 I think it was). We literally had someone go up and unscrew the numbers from the doortag and screw on a new label so it would be okay.