Obnoxious Porsche License Plates: The Sequel

Noooooooooooooooo! Dear God, no.

Some of you will remember my supremely self-satisfied post about that rcession Porsche my kid and I spotted last month in Murray Hill. I think I even went so far as to posit that it served as proof that no matter how bad things were in Brooklyn and Park Slope, we still weren't as obnoxious as the islands (Manhattan and Long).

Well, I spoke too soon. 

Oh, the pain. Yes, that's Flatbush and yes, that status symbol is all ours this time. Do you think it's Marty? Did he hear the Magic 8 Ball advising him to ditch the round-the-clock chauffeurs?

Thanks to reader Rob who sent this in and had this to say:

It was a dude.  I have no idea how old he was or whether he was bald.  Likely yes with respect to the latter.  I picture him to be late 40s, in real estate, and living in one of the awful new condo developments on 4th avenue, or, conversely, a dopey gastroenterologist at Methodist Hospital who is involved in the Montauk Club in the evenings with business cards noting such as proof.

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