So I was going to my local library today to pick up books to read during work tomorrow (I have a really long shift). I parked farther from the building than I usually do so I would have less space to cover with my car, then went inside to check them out. I put them into a bag since I was going to dinner after and wanted to keep them with me.
However, when I get out and get into my car, I sling the bag onto the seat next to me… and freeze. On my seat is a half eaten apple, a plush bear, and several papers, all of which are DEFINITELY not mine. I finally take a look at the seats and the center console.
This isn’t my car.
I get out in a hurry and check the front of the car. My Honda has the metal part of the H missing and this one is intact, so I now have visual confirmation it’s not mine. Also, this vehicle is facing the library, which is opposite of the way I was actually parked.
Embarrassing as hell, especially since someone saw me jump out like there were fire ants on the seat.
TL;DR: I was so preoccupied with getting dinner that I got into a car that wasn’t mine. 🫣
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Hahaha that’s awesome. I did the same thing with my old cavalier. Jumped in another silver one parked right beside mine. I didn’t even realize until I went to push in a clutch pedal that wasn’t there. Got out and the damn thing was a 2 door instead of a 4 door like mine. I don’t know how I didn’t notice getting in
I did something similar. There was a car parked next to mine that looked just like mine on the outside I used my key opened the door and started the car before realizing that the inside of the car looked nicer than mine. This was also the day I learned I had a Toyota master key.