The colour of this cup brought me back to one of the worst decisions I've ever made in my life - one which had absolutely no real effect on my life whatsover. It was an aesthetic gaffe, which is really a first world luxury if there ever was one. It was a classic case of looking a gift horse in the mouth. I was handed the gift of a lifetime and asked for it in another colour, like the 19-year-old dope that I was. It was a 1973 220 4-door Mercedes-Benz sedan in an indescribable shade of green. Pale olive? Avocado? A bit of research reveals something called Caledonia Green, but no matter. Suffice to say that is was a one-of-a-kind 70s colour you'd see on kitchen wallpapers and in macrame patterns, but to my eyes was weird and uncool and when we repainted the car I asked that it be done in a classic matte eggshell white that no longer adorns cars nowadays. It was cool and didn't detract from the car's beauty but looking back I realize I missed a chance to have an even more amazing vehicle for the two or so decades I got to drive my all-time favorite car. Every time I see any variant of that colour today my mind instantly goes back to that day my dad brought home the low-mileage car that was found in a country garage in Cornwall, Ontario, unused, just waiting to become mine for $1100. The day I gave it up was indescribably sad, and when it was time to get a new car I made sure to get one in green (a darker more traditional shade that was the only one available). With an interior in tan. Even I knew to get that part right.