Those double yellow lines reminded me of the double center lines on the tarmac in front of a hanger in Atlanta. The lines were somewhat faded and the job went to a very capable, but somewhat quirky A&P mechanic, that maybe thought his mechanical prowess was being under utilized. Needless to say, he was not too happy about painting close to a thousand feet of bright yellow double lines in the hot Georgia sun.
About a week later, I was taxing a L-1011 from the run-up hole over to the gates but had to stop the aircraft in front of the hanger to wipe the tears from my eyes. From our two story perch, and quite possibly the only way to view his handiwork, 'Dirt' (branded by his co-workers) had done a superb job...lines straight as an arrow and the edges were sharp and cleanly painted. Only problem was, he had displayed his displeasure by crossing the two lines over each other directly in front of the hanger, then the lines continued on their parallel course in a professional manner. Two months had passed before the transgression had reveled itself...management was NOT pleased.
You had to know Dirt to fully appreciate the humor. AFAIK, those lines are still in place and one of Dirt's finest legacies. I do miss the Dirtman. Bob