So, I'm parked in front of the building where Dennis works yesterday, waiting for him to come down to the car. And along comes a rather large fellow who I don't know but who looks familiar to me. He walks right up to the car and grabs the door handle.
Thinking he has a message from Dennis or something, I unlock the car.
He climbs right in, muttering something about "Is this one of those tiny 35 MPG cars or something?"
I said "Um.....yes...." as I look at him like he's crazy.
He starts to put his seat belt on.
So I say to him "Hey sport, we going somewhere?"
Very puzzled, he looks at me for the first time.
"Oops! I got in the wrong car! The guy said he was right out front, so I thought..."
This is the kind of weird stuff that happens to me all the time.
3 comments:
That is a truly funny story.
The seat was warm and flat when I got in the car. Eeuw.
I would have just rolled the window part way down. But then, I'm a girl.
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