Earlier this week I flew from Glasgow (Scotland) -- not Kentucky :) -- to Newark seated next to a little old lady from the deep South. She didn't shut up for the entire flight, so focused she was on converting me to her particular flavour of Christianity. Every time I would put on my noise-cancelling headphones, she would tap on my arm. And it isn't the first time this has happened, though those instances were cab drivers in Atlanta and Houston. When I changed my seat, she changed hers to the one next to mine.
Someday I will laugh about it, but I am still hacked off at the intrusion as well as the agony of her endless chatter.
Not that this has anything to do with license plates....