More yellow

Several years ago I took Cecilia to Denver for a very cool dinosaur show. We flew into the Denver airport and I picked up the rental car, then we headed for our hotel.

At the same time we were leaving the airport, so was someone in a yellow Mustang. As we made our way along the highway, the yellow Mustang made its way, too. We pulled into our hotel and, yes, so did the yellow Mustang. One hell of a coincidence.

To this day, whenever we see a yellow Mustang we remember that episode. We are often reminded because there are an abundance of yellow Mustangs near where we live. It is as though we attract yellow Mustangs.

I can think of worse things to attract. Cecilia and I rather like them.