It's Hard To See In The Rain

When I got off work this afternoon it was pouring. My car was parked on the top level of the parking garage; I only had to run about 50 feet to reach it, but by time I opened the door and got in I was drenched.  On the way home I listened to the radio, and heard that some areas had received two inches of rain in an hour. I had errands to do, but didn't relish getting in and out of the car in a deluge, so I decided to go straight home and venture out after dinner when (hopefully) the rain had lessened.

Sure enough, two hours later the rain had slowed to a heavy drizzle. I gathered my things and headed out to a strip mall that had two places I needed to go--the grocery store and the gym.  I parked close to the grocery, bought the two things I needed, then put my bag in the car and walked past three other storefronts to the gym.

When I left after my workout it was still raining. I trotted across the parking lot to my blue Honda CR-V and put my key in the door lock. It didn't work. I tried again with the same result. Feeling frustrated, I moved around to the passenger door. No luck there, either.

By this point I was really irritated. I looked at the things laying on the passenger seat. There was a set of Mapquest directions on top of the pile and realized this wasn't my car!  Thank goodness the owner didn't have an alarm set.  I sheepishly looked around and saw an identical blue CR-V parked four spots away. Not surprisingly, my key worked perfectly in its door.

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