I felt like a fool this morning...hmmm!

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no one around here locks their car except at night ( to keep the bears out
i had just been visiting my friend that owns the pharmacy and walked back out to get in my car to drive home , , i didn't notice that there was a car next to mine so i just opened the door and sat down , thats when i noticed on the steering wheel the word " subaru " i hurried up and got out of that car and then saw my car next to it , got in and as i was backing out i saw a lady about my age 69-70 putting bags in the car i just got out of, and pulled up next to her and rolled down my window and told her what happened in case someone told her a man was in her car , she got a good laugh out of it and told me she once did the same thing :LOL:
 
i got out and cleared the snow this morning and decided to run an errand so i jump in the car and off i went , i came outa the store and sat down in my car and realized i was in a Subaru, my car is a CHEVY :LOL: same color , same size
Here's one that I haven't thought about it decades.

Back in the mid 80's I owned a 1975 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, the black one with T roofs, gold honeycomb wheels with a 455V8 and a 4 speed tranny with the big screaming eagle decal on the hood, loved that car.

Anyway I was with a friend downtown Toronto for dinner and drinks and parked the car in a fairly big parking lot and after dinner I walked up to this car, opening it with the key, hit the unlock for the power locks for my friend to get in and while I'm in the car I went to put my foot on the clutch to start and saw it was an automatic and not a 4 speed. I looked at my buddy and said, this isn't my car, this is an automatic. I couldn't believe it, we got out and I looked around and spotted my car about 4 rows over, that was very weird.

I found out from a friend of mine who was a manager of a Honda dealership that the keys will often open more than the car they were issued to. Apparently used car lots just keep a box of spare keys and when they lose a key or can't find them they take the box out to the car and very often they find a key to fit.

Anyway, that was a weird one considering that make and model was pretty rare to begin with. Cheers.
 
I've done that too. Felt stupid at the time.

I've also been walking out to the parking lot and hit the remote to unlock my car. I noticed that a nearby car also flashed its lights to indicate it was unlocked. So of course I tried a couple of more times. It kept locking and unlocking. Strange thing is that this other car was a Volvo (or something else European) while my car was Japanese.
 
I came out of the grocers one day, walked up to my car, pressed to unlock and nothing happened. Did it 3 times and decided I'd better call my son or someone to help me get in. Then I happened to glance at the stuff on the dash and what's that stuff doing there! ... not my van. Mine was next row over.
 
I found out from a friend of mine who was a manager of a Honda dealership that the keys will often open more than the car they were issued to. Apparently used car lots just keep a box of spare keys and when they lose a key or can't find them they take the box out to the car and very often they find a key to fit.

Anyway, that was a weird one considering that make and model was pretty rare to begin with. Cheers.

That was very true of GM cars back then.

Years ago, I had a Ford Explorer with tan metallic paint and tan interior. That was a very common color combination. I walked up to "my" car in a parking lot, with a cart full of groceries, and started pressing the remote to unlock the doors. It didn't work. I stood there for a long minute trying to open the door with the remote, walking around the car (as if that would matter), and decided the remote must have a dead battery, and tried to open the door with the real key. It didn't work.

That's when it hit me! Oh $#!t, this isn't my Explorer. :rolleyes: It just looked exactly like mine.

CD
 
I came out of the grocers one day, walked up to my car, pressed to unlock and nothing happened. Did it 3 times and decided I'd better call my son or someone to help me get in. Then I happened to glance at the stuff on the dash and what's that stuff doing there! ... not my van. Mine was next row over.

I've done that a couple of times before, trying to unlock a car that wasn't mine, wondering why it wouldn't open? 😁

Once, coming out of a store in a car park, I remember from a distance noticing a huge dent on the side of my car! 😳 As I got closer, my heart went back to normal as I realized it wasn't mine.
 
I once drove a friend's car to the grocery store to pick up some cranberry juice for her (she had a UTI). When I went to get in the car, I realized that I hadn't paid attention to the colour or even the make of the car. I stood there staring at the cars in the parking lot and wondering which one it was. I realized the key said what brand it was. Then, I remembered she had out of state plates, so I just looked for a Ford with a license plate from the right state. I felt like such a dolt for not paying attention to what kind of car I had borrowed or where I had parked it.
 
I once drove a friend's car to the grocery store to pick up some cranberry juice for her (she had a UTI). When I went to get in the car, I realized that I hadn't paid attention to the colour or even the make of the car. I stood there staring at the cars in the parking lot and wondering which one it was. I realized the key said what brand it was. Then, I remembered she had out of state plates, so I just looked for a Ford with a license plate from the right state. I felt like such a dolt for not paying attention to what kind of car I had borrowed or where I had parked it.

When I was traveling half of the year for several years, I rented a lot of cars. I had to use the remote to find some of them, especially something generic like a grey Toyota Camry. There could be five of them in any given parking lot.

CD
 
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