I have two close friends, Jim and John, who live in my hometown of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, and we get together every year at hunting camp for pinochle, brews and fellowship. Two years ago, I arrived at camp and was chatting with Jim on the front porch when John pulled up. Jim and I looked at John’s car and grimaced, because John’s car was the ugliest color we had ever seen on a car. I think it was an off shade of magenta. Then we started to laugh. We laughed because John is colorblind.
When John went to the auto auction to replace his car, he could have used some help with the color selection. He had no idea why he managed to get such a good deal. We said nothing.