So I made a quick trip to the store on my way home from dinner with my mom tonight. I go in, get my stuff and come out to the parking lot. I open the car door, get in, place bags on the seat next to me, put the key in the ignition and try and turn the key. It wouldn't turn. I thought about it for a minute, wiggled the key, tried again and still it wouldn't turn. "Why?" you might ask?
Because it wasn't my mom's car!
Nope. It was someone else's car, parked in the parking spot next to where I had parked my mom's car, and yes, it was a different make, model and color (although it was dark outside). The car resembled nothing like my mothers.
I felt rather stupid, but then felt a little more embarrassed when I noticed there was a person sitting in the car in the spot in front of me, watching me as I got out, closed the car door, and walk to the next car and get in.