Mistaken Identity – Oops that’s not my car
OK, seriously, who else has done this? I cannot be the only person who has actually gotten into the wrong vehicle by accident. With all the look-a-like minivans around here, surely someone has even gotten into mine!
The first time it happened to me, I was chatting away with my friend Devra on my cell phone as I left the grocery store with one small bag in my hand. I was immersed in our usual hilarious banter and her delightful puns as I opened the door to my silver minivan, sat in the driver’s seat, and started to set my bag down next to me. As I looked in the rear view mirror, I was stunned to see the hatch was open and there a man loading groceries into my van! What the ?! Then it happened — my brain kicked in. This is not my minivan. It’s his.
I grabbed my bag, slipped out of the door, and started to walk back so I could apologize to the man. Then I realized that he was so immersed in loading groceries into his man-van that he had NOT EVEN SEEN ME! I began laughing hysterically to my friend on the phone. From her perspective I had just taken a double dose of crazy as I cackled like a hyena, and I could barely even tell her what had just transpired.
I gets better. If you were reading carefully, you may have noticed that I wrote, “the first time it happened…” This bit of foreshadowing tells you that it has happened again. My poor Sylvia (the name I give my current Mother Ship) must be suffering from an identity crisis, and I am getting a reputation for not recognizing my own car! There have been several other times I have walked up to the wrong shiny silver van with keys in hand, frantically clicking the unlock button until I realize my mistake. I swear that I am not even on the phone when I’ve done it, however, I do get the urge to call Devra when it happens. Sometimes I do. And we laugh.
Seriously — Has this happened to anyone else?