The license plate holder had a biblical reference, there were a couple of small, official-looking cross stickers, and the license plate itself read "BISHOP P".
When the light changed, the car sped off, faster than I could follow, weaving through traffic. If you've seen me drive, you'll know how impressive that is.
Now, I don't know if this was actually a bishop, or in what church if so. But somehow I strongly suspect this was actually a church official.
It just made me sad about humanity. I mean, were I Christian, and were I to actually to read Christ's teachings, I'd take one look at any member of the hierarchy living like this and say "Fuck this - I'm outta here. New church time for me."
I mean, trust me, this Town Car would be a heck of a lot harder to thread through the eye of a needle than a camel.