Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

So, a few days ago I had to stop at the bank, so I pulled up into a parking spot right in front and went inside. When I got out, I noticed a woman, standing behind my car lighting a cigarette with several shopping bags and her purse sitting on top of my trunk. I have to admit, I thought that was a little ballsy, but I ignored it, walked to the door and pulled it open only to realize…it wasn’t my car! In fact, I even exclaimed, “Holy shit! This isn’t my car!”

The woman didn’t say, “Duh!” But she didn’t have to. It was all over her face. I apologized profusely, while quickly walking to my own car which was parked next to it. She muttered. A lot. I’m not exactly sure what she said. I’m not sure I want to know.

In my defense, her car was a gray four-door. However, it wasn’t even close to the same shade of gray, nor was it the same make and model. Hell, it wasn’t even really the same shape. Oh well, at least I didn’t get in it. That counts for something. Right?

0 thoughts on “Oh, the stupid things I do…

  1. Oh lord, she probably thought it was a bungled car jacking.

  2. Amber Skyze says:

    Oh I've done this twice. The DH won't let me live it down. We attempted to get into a mini van that wasn't ours. To my credit it was a borrowed car. The other wasn't. LOL Hubby refuses to listen to me when I try to tell him where the car is.

  3. Chris says:

    Whoops! I'm glad my car is really rather odd – not really much else there that has the same shape.

    Of course, the best car ever for not mistaking for a different car was my purple Escort station wagon. 🙂

  4. ::::waves hand like Ben Kenobi:::

    This is not the car you're looking for.

  5. LOL Margaret!!!!!

    I did that once, and it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Come over and read it in a few, and thanks for the blog topic!

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