Crushed by the weight of her own irony

The other day I was driving behind this woman. Since I could not see anything around her enormous SUV, I was looking at her license plate. She had one of those specialty plates that said “End Breast Cancer” or something to that effect. I had no sooner finished reading her license plate than I saw her flick a cigarette butt out the window. Apparently, she doesn’t give a ripe red ass about LUNG cancer.