I have a funny little anecdote from yesterday. (Actually, I have about twenty, but I'm not going to share them all in fear of boring you all to tears. Let it be known that compatible wedding monograms can make or break your marriage and if you need any help with deciding on floral arrangements--this girl should be number one on your list).
It all started when I was leaving my internship. (Actually, it probably began about 8 in the morning when I took my allergy meds, but that is beside the point). I was a little tired and ready to get back to campus. There's a lot to be said about working on web design specifics. So, I'm walking out to my car (which is silver like about every other car in the parking lot) and I open the door. I think to myself, "Hmm...I could have sworn that I locked my door. I always lock my door." Then, I thought for a minute. I was pretty sure that my door wasn't shaped like this. But, I mean, whatever. I didn't even know HC had a fountain out front until last Friday. I'm so not the most observant person.
It was at this point that I began to get into the car. And I looked at the steering wheel. And I thought to myself, "Wait- I definitely don't drive a Lexus!".
Then, I high tailed it out of there and ran as fast as I could to the Corolla I saw a bit farther down in the parking lot. The one with the church magnet on the back. And that went "Beep, Beep" when I clicked the button on my clicker. The one that was the Toyota, and not the Lexus. The one I commonly refer to as "Carly the Corolla" because I like alliterations.
I tell this story for two reasons:
1. Please remember to lock your doors. There are crazies in the world like me that are unobservant and might think your car is theirs. Obviously, I would have realized when my key didn't fit, but for your own safety (and my sanity)...remember the crazies.
2. Always check and double check the car you think is yours before you get in it. Otherwise, you could be slightly embarrassed like myself. Luckily, the car's alarm was not activated and no one walked out and witnessed the aforementioned event.
And that would be the story of the time that I realized that I most definitely do not drive a Lexus.