Because I want to tell a story that will take fewer than 100,000 words.
I used to have a 1984 Toyota Tercel station wagon. Light blue, one of the boxy, odd looking ones. Nice things about it: reliability, good mileage, easy to find in a parking lot. The latter, in particular, was enhanced by its rarity, due to its ugliness.
One day, I had a doctor's appointment at MCV, where I parked in the parking deck. When I left, grouchy (as visits to the doctor often leave me), I marched right down to my car and.even grouchier! Someone had stuck a political sticker on it for some candidate I'd never heard of. Cursing, I peeled off the sticker and tossed it over the side of the parking deck. I felt kind of guilty about littering, but I did it anyway, because whoever stuck that sticker on my car was kind of littering, right?
I still kind of feel guilty about that.
Especially because, when I went to stick my key in the door, I realized that this was not my car.
181 words | November 27, 2005 06:58 PM | Real true storyLuckily you realized it wasn't your car before you got in. We pulled up to a taco shack one time in a generic 1981 honda civic, got out, got our tacos, came back out, put our keys in the door, unlocked in, got in, started it up, looked down at the floor of the car and said, "who's is this stuff?" Then we looked over and saw our car next to the one we were in. Hmmmm.
Posted by: Derek at December 8, 2005 01:40 AMI've heard of that happening, they don't give every car a unique lock. I realized this car wasn't mine before I put the key in the lock. I saw these sheepskin seatcovers and even my distracted brain realized that it was very unlikely that someone would have broken into my car to put seatcovers on the seats.
Posted by: Nee-chama at December 8, 2005 09:00 AM