I hate my phone

I took a really funny picture on my way to work today (I know, it's bad to use one's phone while driving. I promise I won't do it again. Often.)

But the camera on my phone is so bad that the picture didn't turn out. I mean, really didn't turn out. Here, I'll show you.

See? I told you so. And even though it looks like I was driving at a safe distance behind this van, I was actually dangerously close to his bumper. Not only does my phone suck, it has the ability to warp spacial relationships.

Anyway, the reason I was taking this picture was specifically to share it with you, sportsfans. I know you can't read it, but scrawled all over the back of this white van was really sloppy black spray paint that read, "Grupo imaginacion." Now, I know my Spanish is rusty, but I believe that roughly translates to "The Imagination Group". (Gringa, help a girl out if I'm wrong.)

Oh, and there was a completely illegible phone number spray painted on there, too. I don't know, it just made me giggle. I give them bonus points for effort, but somehow I'm thinking that I'm not going to hire a couple of guys with bad handwriting and a penchant for self-graffiti for their imaginative skills. Maybe that's just me.

Or maybe I'm translating it incorrectly, and it means something closer to, "The Resourceful Group." For that, I might give them a call. Or I would, if I could read their phone number.