More than a passing resemblance
Had to nip over to the local supermarket this evening, in case anyone wanted to eat tomorrow morning. What are the odds, with three boys around the house? A very ordinary run, for the essentials such as bread, pop, cheese, cookies, more pop, rice cakes, sugar-free jam (what the heck is that about?). A balanced diet; not a good diet, but balanced.
Darkness comes early this time of year, so when I pushed my cartful out of the doors, the van just to the left of me looked like the one I usually ride around in. Made my way over to the side door, pushed the unlock button several times on the keyfob and noted that nothing happened. Turned to take a look at the remote, and noticed a very similar vehicle, two rows away, all lit up like a church at Easter. Some dummy left his lights on, I guess. Wait. Not similar, but identical, except for the locked doors on this one.
The guy sitting across from me gave up one of those looks as I put the cart back in gear and headed over to the right car. The big red lobster on the dash would have been a dead giveaway under sunnier conditions, but officer, I rest my case. The van bore more than a passing resemblance to ours.
In a way, we should be thankful that people now routinely lock the doors on the car. I could have had a whole load of bad food in place before I noticed the identity crisis. The people that owned the van would have been pleased, unless they were health conscious crazies. Given that it’s late on a Saturday evening, the owner is probably someone like me; less distracted, I hope, but someone else out to get a load of junk food before bedtime.
At least we don’t confuse our pets and spouses in the same way…
