Remember the time that I almost verbally assaulted someone for putting balloons into my car? Well tonight...no I'm totally kidding, it didn't happen again.
This time I tried to accidentally break into the wrong car...that's all.
After finishing two Roald Dahl books this afternoon, I finally dragged myself out of bed, into the shower, and to the grocery store. I shopped, I paid an obscenely large amount of money for two bags of groceries, then left my cart inside and carried my bags to my car. (This is a fancy schmancy grocery store where the bag boys always offer to carry my groceries to the car...but I am super glad that after tonight's incident I always decline their help.)
So I walk to my car and put my bags down behind the trunk. I use my key but am unable to open the trunk. I was annoyed because it was so cold out. I glance up and there is an umbrella sitting in the back window behind the back seats. I don't have an umbrella in my car.
Yeah...it wasn't my car. It was a navy blue Corolla that needed a wash with MA plates...just not my plates.
To be fair...it was dark and there was an obscenely large SUV parked between my car and the car I accidentally tried to break into...SIGH.
In case you are confused:
Grocery store parking lot: 2