Yellow car!
This.
(yellow car!)
Is.
(yellow car!)
Brilliant.
Oh, yeah. You probably want to know what I’m going on about, huh?
Behold!
“There’s some sort of festival on so there wasn’t a lot of choice of cars and I’m afraid. . . ” Douglas gestured behind Carolyn to where the vehicle was being driven up for them from the parking lot just in time to hear Arthur’s
“Yellow car.”
“Dear God,” Carolyn gasped focussing her attention back on Douglas. “This could be as bad as that time we went to New York and had to blindfold him for the entire drive down Fifth Avenue so that he didn’t give himself an aneurism trying to keep track of all the yellow cabs.”
(From “How Unlucky Can a Pilot Be?” - probably won’t make much sense if you’re not familiar (yellow car!) with Cabin Pressure.)