Holy fuck do I have a story for this one. I used to work in this half ass cafe, which was owned by this gigantic asshole of a guy. His name was Zip, he walked around this cafe knowing it was the biggest piece of shit, yet still acting like it was a Ritz. He walked arouned in this ugly grey suit, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the top with his chest hairs sticking out out so far you could feel them standing in front of him, with a smirk on his face as if he was a pimp (he was like 60 or so) and on his shitty BMW his plates read "Zipster". I quit a few days after I found out about his plates.