true story

I am really bad at locking my car doors. Like really bad and it drives Keith crazy.

Especially since I drive a car that has notoriously been on the most stolen car list for like the last 10 years running.

So.

I come out from the grocery store and see my car. I start walking towards it loaded down with bags because I am that person who sees how many bags she can possibly fit on her arms as to avoid dragging that dang cart all the way into the parking lot.

Yeah that’s me.

Anyway, I get to my car and open the back door while struggling not to drop about 4 bags. I get the door open, silently cursing in my head about why don’t I just bring a stupid cart to my car. I get everything loaded in the backseat, walk around to the front. Get in and instantly realize….

Holy SH@T!!!! This isn’t my car!

This car (exactly like mine) was parked right next to me. I looked left and saw my car silently laughing at me.

I jumped out, ran around to the backseat trying to frantically gets my bags out of the stranger’s car while simultaneously looking over my shoulder to see if the owner was coming.

Omigsosh. Omigosh. Omigosh. Hurry up was all I could think.

I ran around the car to my car, opened my back door threw everything in (at this point not caring that I had fragile merchandise) hopped in my driver’s side and got the hell out of dodge.

I was shaking.

Of course Keith found it hysterical.

“Now if you would only lock your doors….”

Huh. Well apparently nobody locks their doors anymore.

Serious grocery store fail.

I still feel like I was on hidden camera or something.