Even worse, I didn’t realize I’d found the wrong vehicle until I got inside the car.
Either the owner hadn’t locked the door or it worked on the same frequency of my remote, but I got to the car in the parking garag, pushed the “unlock” button, opened the door and got inside. Only then did I notice the seat didn’t feel the same. And the interior was a different color. And it wasn’t a Mazda.
You’d think I might have noticed that it didn’t have a Kansas State Power Cat magnet on the side or the KSU football helmet on the antenna. I tell myself this happens because my creative mind is filled with new stories and hears the voices of my characters. I don’t believe it. I believe I’m really flaky and absent minded.
I’m very glad I got out of the car before the owner came along. On the second try, I found the right car.
Why? Why? I shout, Why are there so many white cars in the world?