Laughter, Cars, and Shopping

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.

Have you ever mistaken another car for your own? 

Gail ♥ 

About Gail

I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, friend, veterinarian, and wanna be writer. I love nature and animals of all kinds, music, cooking, and spending time with my family.
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7 Responses to Laughter, Cars, and Shopping

  1. Relax... says:

    LOL, yes! This is why folks in the Northeast put a little rubber duckie on their radio antenna (or used to, anyway). Daughter and I had borrowed son’s car for the day after dropping him at work. We came out of the supermarket, put the groceries in the back seat, and hopped in. The key wouldn’t turn. I thought maybe it was just being glitchy and he forgot to tell me it might be that way, because it was older — the car doors couldn’t even be locked or unlocked. Daughter said, “Mom.. he doesn’t have a sun roof…” I said, “Omigosh!” and we hopped out and got the groceries and fled to the aisle behind us to son’s car!

    • Gail says:

      Hahaha! That is so funny and it made me laugh out loud! It’s a scary feeling though, isn’t it? I was actually grabbing my phone to call the police about the same time I saw the decal in the back window of the car! How embarrassing that would have been.

      We finally ended up putting a red MADD ribbon on the antenna of our Buick so we could easily identify it. But most cars these days no longer have antennas.

      • Relax... says:

        Or they have a little receiver nub built into the top of the car. I was thinking of painting flames on my red Nissan Sentra, because I see at least one other and sometimes more every time I park in a lot. LOL, flames would look so silly on such a convent car.. Maybe I’d better get Marge Simpson painted on it. 😉

      • Gail says:

        LOL! That’s funny because when our oldest started driving, we passed off the Buick Lasabre to him. His friends teased him about it constantly (in a friendly sort of way). We joked with him all the time, that we were going to have flames painted on it!

        I like the Marge Simpson idea! 🙂

      • Relax... says:

        LOL, would flames have helped? When I was in high school, my father gave me a Rambler he had painted metalflake blue. Geekiest thing this side of normal, but it had wheels and moved along regularly — I no longer had to take the bus at the crack of dawn!!

      • Gail says:

        I bet you could find it easy in a parking lot!

      • Relax... says:

        Yep.. :-p lol! I could’ve only more easily found it on Jupiter.

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