I was out and about in the minivan today and I found our evil twin! Another minivan, driving across Oak Park (actually traversing Forest Park and Oak Park), so I got a shot of the rear, plastered in bumper stickers! I followed the woman around for a few blocks until I think she realized I was there and pulled over. What is it about finding another bumperstickeredvan that makes me so happy? I was particularly pleased with a lot of these stickers. For example: I don't want buns of steel, I want cinnamon buns. Sometimes around here a bumper stickered van will have a lot of sports teams & honor roll proclamations and such, sort of an homage to family fun & achievement in Chicagoland. This was an honest to goodness likeness of somebody wearing their opinion and attitude on the outside! Go Team!
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