Teenagers always have an eye for anything that stands out, anything idiosyncratic by the smallest of capacities or even infinitesimally eccentric. This formidable skill was imparted to me in a relatively popular game that quite literally has the world as it’s stage; the tale of the yellow-car-punch. Not bogged down by far too many rules or regulations, this little amusing diversion needed you to keep your eyes peeled open for a car, a golden drop of sunlight that would whizz past the mundane traffic. You spot this, erupt into a declaration of cognizance and then proceed to punch your friend for the lack of their observational capabilities, thus establishing your winning point in the game. The contest is rife with debates as to if the car was really the right shade of yellow and we’re on the lookout for another yellow car, yet again. Cut throat competition, if you will.