Apparently I’m the Only One Who Does This


Last month, I was a bit frenzied as I prepared for an upcoming trip out of state during which I would be chaperoning 8 teenage girls.  A couple of days before the trip, I ran an errand to Michaels, the craft store.  I honestly can’t remember why I went there because, what, did I need a ream of scrapbook paper to add to my already over-stuffed luggage?  Anyway, I did whatever I meant to do, and left the store.  It was probably the 3rd place on a list of 10 that I needed to visit before picking up my daughter from swim practice in 20 minutes, so to say that I was in a hurry would be understating things.

I hit the button on my key fob and got in my car.  I was about to stick the key in the ignition when I stopped.

I looked around suspiciously.

Why wasn’t there bulldog hair generously decorating my dashboard?

I looked at the doors.

What idiot stuck a bunch of bills in my driver door?  (After having my car broken into twice, I never keep anything that identifies me in the car.)

Oh. My. God.

I was in someone else’s car.

I looked out the window.  Directly across from me, a woman was sitting inside a truck, watching me curiously from her passenger seat.

Oh. My. God.

That woman was going to see me get out of this car, and report me to the real owner of the car.

But if I stayed in the car, the owner of the car was going to find me in the car.  I was pretty sure that would be worse.

Oh. Crap. I needed to get out of that car.

I got out as calmly as possible, turned to the row behind me, and saw my car.  I made a beeline for it.

I got in my real car with the bulldog hair on the dashboard and snotty tissues in the door pocket and left that parking lot as fast as I could.

I silently prayed that the woman in the truck would not see anything 911 worthy about someone getting into a car, looking wildly around, then hopping out of the car and running to a different car precisely 1 row away in the exact same spot.

So, that’s the story.

I recently told that story at a party, thinking that others would commiserate with me and share their own stories of mis-identified cars.

That didn’t happen.

“Wait, you got into someone else’s car?!!!”  Yes.

“Was it the same kind of car as yours?!!!!” No.  But it was the same color.

“Was it even an SUV?!!!!” You mean like my Rav4? No.  I’m not even sure it had 4 doors.  Or 4 tires.

But it was The. Same. Color.  And, it was open.  And I was worried about keeping 8 girls alive and out of the hospital for 5 days during a trip that promised to put my sanity to the test.  Don’t those factors mean that I’m less stupid?

Apparently not.


Posted on July 27, 2014, in Humor, Memory Loss and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.

  1. I once drove over to pick up a friend and when she got in the car she confessed that she had already jumped into someone else’s car who stopped in front of her house.

  2. That seriously makes me feel better! Thank you!

  3. The closest I’ve ever come is trying to get into a car that was identical to mine – same make, model, year, and colour, and parked in my “usual” row at the grocery store. Fortunately I was stymied by the fact that the lock wouldn’t open and while I was puzzling over that, I realized there was an unfamiliar tissue box on the floor of the passenger side. Needless to say I scuttled away to my own car, trying to look nonchalant.

    But that’s not as bad as the woman who actually had the bad luck to find an identical car with a key that actually worked. She drove all the way home before realizing it wasn’t her car and then had to call the police and report that she’d accidentally stolen someone else’s. So don’t worry, your experience could’ve been worse!

  4. Last week I inadvertently texted a shopping list to my dentist…

  5. You are not alone. I got into “my” car having first put all the shopping in the boot. Then I answered my phone and was chatting, while sitting in the front seat, to my friend when I looked around and saw the lovely tidy, clean interior.
    I had to tell her what had happened, unpack all the groceries and hurry away to my own car!

  6. Am I the only one impressed you managed to get into the car? I have put my key into the wrong door a few times, but never made my way inside the car. You rule!

  7. I don’t think you’re the only one who has done this.

    Once, when I was in jr high, I walked into the wrong house after school. We lived in a townhouse and I walked in through the sliding glass door to the sight of three people sitting around their kitchen table.


  8. This is more common than you think. I got into an identical car and was getting ready to put the key in the ignition when I saw the CD sticking out of the slot. It was acid rock. I was ready to yell at my husband (mentally because he wasn’t there) for buying it when I realized there was also a strange hoodie on the passenger seat and candy bar wrappers on the floor. Opps! Yes, I snaked out of it nonchalantly (which never works) and found my real car. No bad music! No hoodie! No candy wrappers!

  9. You guys are better than I. I was standing next to an identical car and was getting frustrated because my remote wouldn’t unlock the door. Fortunately! 🙂

  10. I have approached same make/model as my car but usually glance into see no car seats which is a big tip off. Who just leaves their car unlocked??

    Glad to see you back a little bit here. 😉

  11. That actually happened to my mom about a year ago. She left the library and got into this car, which her key thingy unlocked, realized it wasn’t her car, got out quietly and went to her car. I think it’s weird that those key things can open up other people’s cars.

    Also, love seeing your posts again!

  12. You aren’t alone. My husband’s old car was so generic that I can’t even tell you what color it was. Nor can I tell you how many times I tried to get into someone else’s equally generic car.

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