It was only a matter of time before this thread returned from the dead.
I was sitting at a traffic light after about a three hour drive this morning when something struck my driver's door window. I wasn't sure what in the world it was and when I started looking around I saw the 70+ year old driving the Honda minivan next to me gesturing for me to roll down the window. I was pissed that the jerk thought it was appropriate to throw something at the car heavy enough to thud against the window, but it didn't do any harm. I rolled down the window:
Old Dude: I see your license plate says ' out of time.'
Old Dude: My friend wrote a book called that.
Old Dude: Is that what it means?
Me: ...Yea... (confused)
Old Dude: Is your last name (something)
Old Dude: Yea my friend wrote a book called 'out of time.'
Me: Good for him.
Rolled window up and blasted down the road. Not interested in the car, too old to get the back to the future reference, but still thought there was enough evidence to warrant throwing something at the car to see if I might be related to his 'friend' who may or may not have written a book with a title similar to my license plate. Brilliant.