My sister and I are hosting a bridal shower for our niece in a couple of weeks. We’ve been busy shopping and putting the final touches on the decorations and food. It’s a lot of planning.
Today, I needed to do my grocery shopping and so I decided I’d leave early and go to Bed, Bath and Beyond and Ross which are in the same shopping center as the Publix I was planning on going to.
When I arrived, I noticed the parking lot was sparse, so I was able to get a good parking place in the front right between Ross’ and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. After hitting both stores, I would load my sacks into the trunk and then drive further down to the other end of the shopping center and re-park so I could do my grocery shopping at Publix.
With keys in one hand and shopping bags in the other, I came out, saw my silver Mercury Grand Marquis (my old lady car as an old friend used to tease me) and I pushed the trunk release button as I walked toward the car.
Nothing happened. Thinking perhaps that I was too far away, I walked closer and pushed it again. Nothing. That’s when I saw the dent behind the right rear tire. WHILE I HAD SHOPPED INSIDE, SOMEONE HAD HIT MY CAR! I stood there with my mouth agape, then pushed the trunk button again. Nothing. Why would my trunk not open? Then I saw it…. an I ❤ Dogs decal in the back window.
This wasn’t even my car. I looked and saw my car parked in the same spot, only one section over. Embarrassed, with head hanging low, I hurried to my car hoping no one had spotted me trying to get into a car that wasn’t even mine. So many people drive silver Grand Marquis’. It wasn’t the first time I had done that.
Sometimes, we just have to laugh at ourselves. And so that’s what I did.
Before I started driving the Grand Marquis, I had a beige Buick Lasabre (what can I say, I just like old lady cars). I. Loved. That. Car. Do you know how many people were driving beige Buick Lasabres at the time I had mine? Everyone it seemed. My husband and I used to have a little game where we’d count all the beige Buick Lasabres we would pass when we’d go out. Yeah, we’re silly like that.
I came out of Kroger one day (before the days of key fobs) when you actually had to stick a key in the door to unlock your car. It wouldn’t turn. I kept trying and trying and couldn’t figure out why my key wouldn’t turn. That’s when I happened to notice a large brass lamp stand on the back seat which was jutting out between the front seats. I thought, why is there a brass lamp stand in my car? Yep, you guessed it…. not my car. I quietly crept away, hoping my error had gone unnoticed. One day I’m going to get myself shot, I thought.
But back to today’s story and my Grand Marquis. I re-parked at Publix, did my grocery shopping. When I came out, I laughed, because there was the same silver Mercury Marquis I had tried to pop the trunk on an hour or so previously at the other end of the parking lot. It had also come to Publix and been re-parked. This time it didn’t fool me. I saw the same bumper sticker and after looking more closely, I noticed more paint defects and dents that my car didn’t have. The car’s owner, an elderly gray-haired woman, was unloading her groceries. I walked past her car, said Hello, and popped the trunk on my car which was just two over from hers. The sweet little lady came over and said, “Why, honey, you’ve got the same car as I do!” I smiled, then laughed as I told her about my earlier blunder. She laughed especially hard, then told me she had thought my car was hers when she came out of the grocery store. She said, “but I see now that your car is in a little better shape than mine.” She asked, “What year is your car?” “A 2005,” I replied. “Well, I’ve got you beat,” she said. “Mine’s a 2002.” We stood and chatted a while and discussed how we both liked the roominess of both the car and the trunk. “It’s hard to find a car now with a roomy trunk like these have, ” I said. She agreed.
I told her it was nice chatting with her and wished her a good day. She smiled and waved as I drove away. As I was driving home, I thought to myself how that wouldn’t happen again in a million years. How I thought her car was mine, and then after we both re-parked in another parking lot, how she thought my car was hers. Too funny, I thought. I came home and related the entire story to my hubby at dinner. His response? Laughter.
It really is the best medicine.