The Yellow Plague

Sun, 01 Aug 2010

My wife loves yellow flowers, especially roses. So I pick up a boquet every once in a while, sometimes I have it delivered to her office (makes the other ladies crazy).

Anyway, the other day she told me she doesn't like yellow any more. Huh? But you love yellow, hon. Not any more. Any color but yellow.

Several months ago, after long years of agonizing, postponing, and lots of protests by taxi drivers, the government finally forced taxi drivers to get their cars painted yellow, or get off the road. And a number were ticketed and removed. Now all taxis are yellow.

Now this is a good thing, and also a bad thing. The good thing is, real taxis (as opposed to pirates or those trying to take advantage of tourists, etc.) are easy to spot. The bad thing is, the idiot taxi drivers are easy to spot.

We were out driving not long ago, and there was a veritable sea of yellow all around our pickup, and I suddenly heard "aagh, this yellow plague" followed by a few choice explitives. And it was true. It was like trying to drive amongst a bunch of cockroaches all scrambling, no regard for the traffic laws (like typical taxis), and all over.

It's depressing -- at least, as depressing as the color yellow can be. I can't tell you the times I've looked up at a line of cars, and 90% are yellow. Probably wouldn't be so bad if they'd just learn how to drive.

So, if you're ever in Panama, just look out the car window. If you're like most folks, you'll be wanting to call Truly Nolan.


The Yellow Plague

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