So I go to Publix and buy some groceries. Then I go to put said groceries in my car. Except the trunk of the car won't pop with my remote clicker thing. So I try using the key to open the trunk. Only that doesn't work either. So I'm trying to pull up on the trunk while furiously clicking the remote when a sweet woman who is walking up with her buggy full of groceries stops and says to me in a southern drawl "Excuse me baby, I think that's my car."
And that's when I look at the car and realize that this car? It's not my car. It's not even the same TYPE of car that I drive. This car is a Nissan. I've never driven a Nissan. And also, this car? It's not even the the same COLOR as my car. This car is black. My car is grey.
I sheepishly look around and head across the parking lot to my car, parked in the exact same spot one row over.
In my defense, the parking spots looked EXACTLY THE SAME.
