Today we stopped by the post office, and since I was riding shotgun, I went in to retrieve our mail.
When I came back to the car, I about jumped out of my skin because there was someone sitting in my place!!!!
Only that someone wasn’t sitting in my place
Because it wasn’t my car!!
Like a whole lot of people in Jefferson City, we drive a small, white SUV, and I’d just gone to passenger door of the first small, white SUV I came to in the parking lot.
The woman getting out of “Not My Car” laughed and said, “I’m so glad someone else has that problem, too. I do that all the time.”
And so it goes…
Cheers,