Some years ago I had a yellow car. I didn't order a yellow one on purpose, but I needed a new car immediately because my car had been stolen and I had to take the one they had in stock and that was a yellow car !
It didn't look bad, I wouldn't say so, but it was not very discreet. I could never have been a detective and follow a car with an unfaithful husband, a secret service agent or a spy. I was immediately noticed by everybody.
I met people, friends or neighbors, and they told me : "you were in the cinema", "you were shopping" "I saw your car in front of the City hall" "I saw your car in our street, what did you do there ?"
At the very beginning as owner of a yellow car I wondered why so many people had seen me and knew where I had gone. But after a while I understood. It was because of my yellow car !
The worst was when I heard from my car supplier, that I was the only person in the whole city with a yellow car !
So there was nothing to do, as long as I had my yellow car, I had to behave correctly, I couldn't go anywhere without being noticed : visit a lover, robbing a bank, dealing drugs or only be a drunken driver !
I had to have a perfect lifestyle and drive my yellow car without attracting attention, which was not always very easy ! When my yellow car gave up it's soul, I bought a black one, not a very good idea when you have four cats which take your car as their personal boulevard ! Now I have a white "goes everywhere" car and pawprints are less visible !
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