Flip Flop Flying

At around 8 a.m., I was stood on the balcony, drinking coffee, watching the street wake up, and then a lovely silver VW Beetle drove past.

Moments later, one, two, three, four, five more Beetles. All white.

Then a blue one.

Then a matt black one.

And on and on and on it went.

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, more and more Beetles, the odd combi, a handful of Golfs.

I put on my trousers and went down and had a look. The whole streets around the two stadiums near my apartment were full of Volkswagens.

Just one big coincidence, I assume…