Mistaken Identity or Grand Theft Auto

I am a person who absolutely requires plenty of rest and relaxation in order to function properly (at least that is the excuse I am going to use here). A few weeks ago, I worked some very long hours and late into the evenings three days in a row.

At the end of the third day, I slowly walked out to my car thinking about sleep. As I neared my car, I noticed that the lights didn’t blink when I clicked the key fob to unlock it. Hmm…interesting – wonder if I left a light on inside and the battery is now dead. I got in the driver’s seat plopping my purse, etc., down on the passenger seat. As I did so, I noticed a soft black coat sitting there.

Why did I leave my coat in the car, you ask? Well, maybe you weren’t asking that, but I was because I didn’t remember bringing a coat that day – nor did I remember buying this particular coat. Oh, wait – that’s because I didn’t buy this coat. Nor did I clean my car to look this nice. And where is my car seat that sits in the back?

Yikes!!! I am inside someone else’s car.

I leapt from the vehicle that could be my car’s twin (except that mine has a bike rack on the back and isn’t quite so clean), and walked a few feet to MY car – whose lights did blink in response to the key fob.

I laughed most of the way home – slightly hysterical probably.

What are the chances of a car the same make, model and color as mine being parked so near to mine at the precise time I went to go home? This is one of those great moments I would love to see replayed on a big screen someday.

By the way – if the car I “accidentally” got into had been a black Boxster, the end of this story MAY have been slightly different. (I designed this one at Porsche.com - very cool site!)