It was the evening of Saturday. The clock struck six. After a busy day we were going to the office of our internet provider to return our old set top box. The vehicles on the road were moving at their regular speed of sixty-five miles per hour without much traffic around. It was a pleasant evening, city was basking under the warm sunshine that was coming out from partially clouded sky. We both were tied up in our regular conversations with a zing of perpetual humor. As we slowed down our car after noticing the traffic signal turning red, a red truck surpassed us in a hustle. And then it stopped with sudden jerk at the light. We were slowly approaching the signal.
“This man, he looks foolish. He is going to hurt somebody,” soon as GK spurted out, the man turned his red truck from middle lane to right one in haste, pressed break, pressed race, pressed break and BAM… a brand new navy blue SUV, which was calmly waiting at the red signal, was knocked in its buttock. This blue beauty that didn’t have a number plate yet, evidently had its first steps on the road.
The man reversed his red truck a little and promptly escaped from the event.
“Tch! Tch! Oh my God! That has happened with me too, back at home.” I paused a little, “but not this bad!” I said looking at the deep dent that new SUV had just witnessed. Two minutes later the owner was talking on phone, standing beside his wounded car on the other side of the signal.
“Do you know some people have told me that Red cars have higher rate of insurance in America, I am not sure though.” he informed me.
I took out my phone and checked the internet. It was a myth!