I do enjoy a good laugh, especially when it’s laughing at myself. Here is what happened last evening. Now that it’s daylight longer in the evening, I can drive to church for the 6 o’clock service and get home again before dark. I don’t drive after dark.
When I park, if it’s at all possible, I chose a place where I can pull forward when I leave, –no backing up. When I went to my little red car after service, there was another car parked right in front of my car. This puzzled me, because I was sure I had parked so that I could drive forward and there was this car right in front of me. Well, I can back up, but I’d rather not.
I opened the car door and started to put my purse into the car and suddenly realized, “This is not my car!” It was a small car, the same shade of red as mine, but it was not mine! My car was a couple of cars away, and indeed, it was parked so that I could drive forward, just as I had remembered.
I don’t know whose car I had mistaken for mine, but I had a good laugh at myself as I looked carefully at the car I had mistaken for mine. It was very similar to mine, but it was a Chevy, and my car is a Toyota Yaris.
It’s not the first time that I got into another car before I realized it wasn’t my car. Will I ever do it again? Most likely! If the car is small and red, I might think it belongs to me.