This morning after yoga (speaking of yoga, it’s probably the last time I’ll get to go now that school is starting. Sniff.), I unlocked my car with the little clicker on the key chain, and climbed in. On the floor were some sunglasses that I didn’t recognize, but I figured Ryan must have left his in the van, and they had been hiding under the yoga mat. I closed the door and it made a weird double click, like it wasn’t closing all the way. Oh NO, I thought. Not something else going wrong with this vehicle. I’m already frustrated because it has some kind of muffler problem and I sound like I’m driving a hot rod. Ugh. I opened the door and closed it again another time, but it still made the weird noise.
A lady from yoga comes up to my car and says, “I think we switched cars.” What in the world? Oh. my. gosh. This isn’t my car! Come to think of it, it is a little bit cleaner than my van, and where’s the garbage can that I always keep in the front of the van? It’s not my car! I’m so embarrassed as I slink out of her green caravan and get into my own. “I’m so sorry!” I say lamely. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before”, she says. I don’t know if she got into my van or not, but I’m just mortified.
Oh, no! These aren’t my sunglasses, so I have to step out of my own van and go to hers again (we parked right next to each other), and hand back the sunglasses that I just about drove away with.
Maybe it’s a good thing that I won’t be able to attend that yoga class anymore. I’m too embarrassed to face this unknown woman and her green caravan again.
Yeah, go ahead and laugh. Someone should get a good laugh out of my stupidity.