after running some errands this morning, i walked to my car which i had parked on the street, put the key in, and had the following thoughts:

1. man, why did i bother to wash my car yesterday? it’s covered in salt again already! (turn key in lock)
2. (open door, place one foot inside) hey wait, this isn’t my booster seat.
3. (freeze as i’m halfway to seated) hey wait, this isn’t my upholstery.
4. omigod this is not my car.

i had walked up to some other silver honda accord, put my key in and opened it without any trouble. in fact, i think the lock mechanism even worked better than it does on my own car. i shut the door quickly, noticed a guy leaning in a door watching me quizzically. after a moment’s pause i locked the car door (no sense in letting someone ELSE break into her car, right?), then sheepishly (because i could feel the loafer staring at me), moved down the street two cars to my OWN (much cleaner and sans booster-seat) honda.

weird.