The other night I was leaving the store and was in a bit of a hurry. I quickly found my car in the parking lot and put the key in the door, but the lock was frozen and the key wouldn't turn. Instinctually, I pulled the door handle - and it opened!
"Damn," I said to myself, "I hate it when I leave the car open!"
So, I climbed into the seat, stuck my key in the ignition and... and... what the? ... the ignition was jammed too? How unlucky can one guy get?!" Naturally I pulled out the key and turned it over, put it back in and tried again. Same thing. That's when I noticed there wasn't crap all over the passenger side floor.
"Hmmm," I thought, "isn't that odd? Somebody must have cleaned out my car while I was in the store."
And then... you guessed it. That sickening AND embarrassing feeling that...
That's when I quietly slid out of the door like an eel, looked around to see if anybody was watching, and quickly walked away from the crime scene feeling both stupid and guilty at the same time. My car of course was just 4 more cars down the aisle.
I suppose in retrospect, I should have taken the garbage out of my car and threw it in theirs - you know, in a kind of reverse "who's in the wrong car now?" scenario.
It would have served them right for leaving their car unlocked.