oh blue Chevy Aveo hatchbacks
so gas friendly and compact and cute
you all look the same
Heading to my OB appointment this morning, I figured it would make the most sense to drive my husband’s little car, the one we bought used recently, so as to not use gas unnecessarily by driving our family car. Admittedly hesitant at first, as that car has issues and the battery has gone dead on us a handful of times already, I hopped in anyway.
On the way to my appointment, which was about 45 minutes away, I stopped by the bank. The teller complimented me on my pink shirt and then asked if I was “going fishing today?”
“Nope,” I giggled, glancing at the fishing gear that rather filled the car, “All these rods and reels are my husband’s. I took his car today.”
I don’t often drive the Aveo. In fact, until this afternoon, I don’t know that I even knew exactly what kind of car it was. Just the used run around car we got recently, before attempting (unsuccessfully so far) to sell my husband’s truck to downsize our automobile situation. It’s a fine car, though. An automatic, royal blue hatchback. It kind of looks like this, but older:
My OB appointment went smashingly. MckFlurry’s heartrate was 155 bpm, everything on his ultrasound looked good and I did my one hour glucose screen. I’m sure I failed. I always do, although I won’t find out until tomorrow. After my appointment, I hopped back into my husband’s car and zipped home. On the way, I stopped at Target. I had a prescription to fill and a few things for my trip to Texas to buy. I also got toothbrushes while I was there, because I realized we were overdue for fresh ones.
I wheeled the red cart out to the parking lot, texted my husband to let him know I would be home in about a half hour, hit the unlock key on the key fob for the Aveo, loaded my stuff into the hatchback trunk area and into the backseat. After wheeling the shopping cart to the corral, I eased myself into the low seat, shut the driver’s door and stuck the key into the ignition.
But it wouldn’t budge.
I don’t mean that the key turned but the car wouldn’t start. That has happened with the Aveo plenty of times. I mean, it was like the ignition was locked. Stuck. Wouldn’t budge. Well, I’m no car expert, but I have already had reason to learn that when that happens, sometimes all it takes is a jiggle of the steering wheel for the key to turn.
Jiggle. Nothing. Jiggle, jiggle. Nothing. Jiggle, jiggle, turn, crank. Nothing. And at this point, the steering wheel itself became locked in the turning right position.
I was hot. It had been a long morning. I just wanted to get home. But I was determined to figure it out. I tried everything I could think of. More jiggling, more trying to turn the key, pressing and releasing the emergency brake, attempting to lock and unlock the car doors. Oddly enough, the buttons on the key fob would no longer lock or unlock the doors, although the little red light on the fob lit up. I was out of options. I called my husband, hoping maybe this was a common experience for him with his car and that he might have a tip for me.
He didn’t.
Sigh. He was about to put Stellan down for his nap, so I hung up and tried more things, including more jiggling, praying and then finding two different men in the parking lot and asking them for help. They were both very willing, but only had ideas about things I’d already tried. Clearly the security system must have frozen or something.
So I did what any other rational woman stranded at Target with no idea what to do next would do: I Tweeted. In snippets of 140 characters, I sent out to those who follow me a complete description of what was happening, listed things I’d tried and gave the make and model of my husband’s car. Surely someone would have an idea for me, as my readers are a wealth of knowledge. And, indeed, lots of great ideas came floating back to me through cyberspace.
Push the brake while wiggling the steering wheel. Look for a security reset button under the steering wheel. Wait a while and try again. Check to make sure you have the right key. Is it in park?
I poured over the Twitter responses, but after trying all the suggestions, still had an ignition that wouldn’t budge. I called my husband again and asked if he wanted me to call someone or if he’d come. He said he would forgo Stellan’s nap, pack up the kids and head my way, but to call if I got anything figured out. Finally, a message came through Twitter that I hadn’t tried: Check the owner’s manual and see if there is a troubleshooting section or some information about the security system. I’ll admit to having a great lack of optimism as I opened the glove box. My husband is, ahem, not the most organized person. But lo and behold, the manual was there, atop a surprisingly neat pile of papers.
With the driver’s door open, because I was getting so hot, I sat with one leg out of the car, looking through the manual. It had easily been 30 minutes since I’d gotten in the car by this point and I was frustrated. As I was searching the manual, a lady carrying Target shopping bags started to approach my car. My first thought was, Oh, joy! She’s coming to help me! Shortly thereafter, I dismissed that thought, because how on earth would she know I needed help? And, besides, that wasn’t exactly looking like a helpful expression on her face.
In fact, as she came nearer, I made eye contact with her, waiting to see what she wanted, and her expression turned quite sour. I would almost describe it as a dirty look and I was honestly thinking to myself, what on earth could she be so crabby about?
The lady was almost to me where I sat in the open driver’s side, when she asked loudly, “What are you doing!?”
Yikes! I have never been so befuddled in my entire life. Why did she care if I was sitting in the Target parking lot in my car with the door open? I had no inkling where this was going. “Well, I’m having car trouble.” I mean, seriously, what was her deal?
“Car trouble!?” She retorted. “This is my car!!!”
For a split second, I thought she was crazy. I turned my head to the back seat, to see the fishing gear and such that would affirm that this was, indeed, our royal blue Chevy Aveo hatchback. My eyes fell upon my Target bags and nothing else. No fishing poles.
I was in this lady’s car, not ours.
The range of emotions I had went from horrid embarrassment to utter thankfulness that I was not actually stranded to great worry about what this lady was going to say and do. She was not happy. I hopped out of her car and started to profusely apologize. Out of my mouth gushed words about this all making sense now and how my husband’s car looked the same and I didn’t normally drive it and how I’d been to an OB appointment and was leaving on a trip this weekend and how sorry I was. She was not impressed with my explanation at first and brushed past me to get into her car, seemingly to check to see if I’d done damage or taken anything.
It wasn’t long thereafter when she got out of the car, her mood totally changed, and she said she believed me. She actually apologized for her demeanor at first and I told her it was fine, I am sure I would have reacted the same way! We ended up giggling about the silly mistake, comparing keys to make sure they weren’t really that similar and talking about exactly how this had happened. She had left her car unlocked. Her Aveo doesn’t even have power locks. So when I hit the button on our key fob, I thought it unlocked the car, but clearly it didn’t. Her car was already unlocked, so I had no reason to think it wasn’t our car.
Well, except for the fact that nothing in the car was similar to what was in our car. Namely, hers was neat and tidy and my husband’s was not. “Didn’t you notice once you were in the car that the stuff wasn’t yours?”
“I didn’t,” I honestly replied. “It didn’t occur to me once. I am so very sorry.”
I rang my husband next, to tell him he didn’t have to come after all, and the first thing he asked was, “Didn’t you notice once you were in the car that the stuff wasn’t yours?”
Sigh. “No, I didn’t.”
He was already almost there and had thought of something he needed at Target anyway, so he said he’d just still come and meet up with me. The lady and I, now jovial and friendly with each other, shook hands and parted ways. No harm, no foul.
Or so we thought.
After I took my recent purchases out of her backseat and her trunk, I made my way about three rows over to our Aveo. I unlocked our doors and loaded my Target purchases into our car. Before I could do anything else, the lady was making her way towards me, calling out, “My car won’t start with my key, either!”
Oh, dear.
All my efforts to get my key to start her car had indeed locked things up for her. I went back and tried to help the lady figure it out. She was understandably not in a good mood again. She had a function to attend and she was already late. I kept apologizing, we tried more jiggling and steer wheel turning and I began to feel so awful again. “Of course, I’ll pay to get things fixed. Oh, I’m so sorry!” She got on the phone with some Chevy people to get advice and my husband arrived. No one could get anything figured out and tensions were rising. He took our MSC into Target to get what he needed and some cool drinks for me and the lady.
I made the suggestion to call the police and the owner of the jammed Chevy Aveo thought it was a good idea. I called, a very kind sheriff arrived, we talked it all over with him, and with a smile he hopped into the Aveo with the lady’s key and said he’d at least give it a try.
With a whir and a rumble, her car started right up, the proud policeman got out of the car and said he was pleased to help, and the lady hugged him and then me. She asked if I needed water or was going to faint. I said I was fine and we exchanged pleasantries and names and phone numbers.
And then my pregnancy brain and I walked away.
Hysterical!!! I used to drive a silver Tracker. I was the only one out there…LOL
Now I have a gold Olds minivan from the late 90′s. EVERYONE drives a gold Olds minivan from the late 90′s.
I decided to leave the duct tape residue on the windows from the “for sale” signs (when I bought it in December) because it’s the only way I can find it in parking lots!!!
Too funny.
I laughed out loud when she couldn’t start her car after all that. I would have died. Oh man…
Glad you figured it out eventually.
ok, that is your not me monday for the next month. that is so funny, thank you for making my day maybe even my weekend. i am so sorry. i sat here feeling your pain. ooh thank you, i was almost in tears at your situation. i so can see this happen to me
o my word, that is the funniest thing i’ve heard in ages!! – sorry it’s at your expense! my son recently went over to a strange man and a strange trolley at the supermarket – and to his horror realised it wasn’t dad! – but this now pales into insignificance!!
you’re a great story teller mckmama!
That was hilarious! (Sorry!) but my Husband drives a Toyota Prius with fishing poles in it too. And I know I had pregnancy brain! I would have done exactly the same thing!
That is the best “placenta brain” story I’ve ever heard!!! Although me microwaving my own glasses instead of a bottle is pretty goofy too.
God bless.
I tweeted you some of those suggestions, but never did I think it would be so simple!! I’m glad to hear your appointment went well, and that you eventually figured it all out and all is well.
Oh wow! Firstly, I’m glad that the OB Appt went well. Secondly, glad that all things turned out OK in the end with the wrong car episode. You poor thing! I played in a little orchestra last weekend with a lady who’s pregnant and said she’s having tons of problems being flighty (she’s not usually) and dealing with the whole “pregnancy brain” thing as well.
Hope you have a great trip here–can’t wait to see you Monday!
That is THE story of ALL stories!!!!
Holy cow! You totally made my morning. I’m sorry for you but that is so funny. Definitely a “keeper” story.
Oh. My gosh! That is soooo funny! I’m so glad I’m not the only member of the wrong car club! I have done the same thing but unfortunately I couldn’t blame it on pregnancy brain. How about chasing-after-a-crazy-toddler syndrome? Embarrasing.
I LOVE this! Can I just say that I am not pregnant…have not been for over nine years…and this is sooooooo something that would happen to me. ( maybe I should call it doing- way- too- many- things- brain…or something like that) It makes my husband crazy….so grateful he loves me anyway. And grateful for grace.
Thank you so much for this post…made me laugh, made me smile, and most of all showed me that I’m not the only one that these things happen to!!
Love you girl!
No offense, but this is just about the funniest thing I ever read! Oh my goodness…thanks for the laughs! Forward, on to a better day….with many blessings!
I think this story is absolutely hilarious. I chuckled about it all day long! But you know what I think was really going on.
I’m glad you are safe and that we can laugh at your expense with you tonight.
Did you get more pictures of Mck Flurry? I’m suffering from ultrasound withdrawal. If you don’t post some pics soon, I may have to talk Todd into a vas reversal. I should show you my artwork from Izaak’s u/s heartbeat. Dang it, why don’t you live closer?
aww man, this comment system doesn’t do html code. I also miss that it doesn’t e-mail me when someone replies and that you can’t “like” or edit. Disqus had it’s problems but it also had some cool features.
I actually did manage to unlock the car door of a car that looked exactly similiar to mine. The key would not start the ignition, but it did open the door. Same sort of thing happened, except there was some angry steering wheel pounding after about 10 mins. Until I put my head back on the headrest for a moment to take a breath and wrack my mind for any other possible solution and looked around and realized…this car was way too clean to be my car. There was no dog hair to be seen, and it was simply too neat. I got out, checked the licence plate, stood there and scratched my head for a moment, locked the door, and unlocked it again with the key. It was the strangest thing. I didn’t run into the owner of the actual car, but it would have been interesting if I had.
That happened to me once too!!! Hahaha! But I actually figured it out very quickly!
I got out of that persons car so quickly, I was mortified at the thought that someone saw me! Too funny!!!!
Mckmama broke her own board
Whatever will she do now that threads
Are not lining up right?
My own little Haiku LOL
So funny and embarrassing!!! I posted this story after a similar pregnancy brain incident last fall:
When Mike replaced my van last fall, he bought me one with those fancy doors that open automatically when you push a button on the remote. At first I thought they were just for silly spoiled people, but I have really come to appreciate not having to wrench open heavy van doors.
It has also come in handy now that I have a toddler and a baby in a carrier. I can push the button and Amanda can climb up into her seat and be out of the way so I can buckle the baby in her spot. This has been the routine after our weekly chiropractic visits.
So, Amanda and I were both dumbfounded when the van door wouldn’t open as we walked toward the van. I pushed the “Unlock” button several times and tried again. Then I could see through the window that a door was opening on the other side of the van.
“Oh, I’m pushing the wrong button,” I think to myself. I try the other button. “Huh, still not working.” Then I realize that two doors are opening and closing on another van through the windows of the van I was standing next to.
“Oh no! My van keys are opening someone else’s van!”
“Oh, wait. That is my van.”
Alright, who thought it would be funny to confuse the pregnant lady by parking their identically colored van next to mine?
hahaha! Oh my goodness! Once, while living in Arizona, I was out on walk with oldest, and then only babe..we were walking through a new development and there was a sign for open model homes. Balloons were tied to it, So away I went following the balloons..when i got to the house, the door was open, so I walked in..I put on my best “I’m checking this home out” face..commented on the lovely wood work and decor..and then I walked into the kitchen..to find women, balloons, and a cake….I’d walked right in on someone’s baby shower! Talk about mortified. They told me I was welcome to stay..um no thanks! Eeeeek!
Glad it all worked out for you!
OMG that is quite a story little lady! To be honest I was LMAO…. sorry?
That is pretty funny! I’m sure it wasn’t at the time though. I’m glad it worked out ok. How embarrasing and humiliating that must have been. You handled yourself very well!
Oh my goodness – what a day! I know this is far fetched, but if you need a slave this weekend in Dallas – someone to help you – someone that wants to shadow you and perhaps learn a little by just watching you, I would love to be that someone. Just throwing it out there “in case” you need someone to remember where you parked your car and hold water while you shoot pictures on Saturday
I am serious…shoot me an email!
Oh no!!! I don’t know if someone else mentioned something like this, but I always park straight out of the exit door of whatever store, if I can. That way I always know where my car is (a navy minivan…oh, so easy to lose!!). I’m glad you got it all sorted in the end, but…goodness! Yay for cool drinks and Highly Capable Policemen!
I Tweeted you while walking into work. I was feeling so bad for you. And then felt worse when I read it wasn’t your car. It’s a funny story, though. I hope you become friends with the woman and it turns out to be a total God thing.
That is so funny! I’ve got a good one too. A few years ago, my husband and kids were in our Suburban in the church parking lot ,after church, waiting for me to come out. A little old lady opened the passenger side door, proceeded to climb in, situate herself, and close the door. My husband was shocked, to say the least. He just sat there, watching her and once she was in and had closed the door he simply said to her, “Hello, may I help you?” She looked at him and only then did she realize she was in the wrong vehicle. Her daughter drove a Tahoe, same color as our Suburban and she mistook our car for her daughter’s. Still can’t quite understand how she could open the door, climb in and not realize that my husband and 4 boys weren’t her daughter!
I did this once……with a green Ford Escort. The second I sat in the seat I smelled cigarette smoke, blech! I looked around and knew I was in the wrong place. Surreal.
I did this sort of thing once, but instead of a car it was someone’s house. Military housing all looks the same from the outside and I wasn’t paying attention to how far up the street I had walked. I go into the house, a little shocked that the furniture was different, and yelled to my mom why she decided to get new stuff with out telling us. As soon as I saw the pictures on the wall I realized it actually was not our house and ran out of there as fast as I could. Boy was I ever embarrassed.
As I started reading this I was racing through all of the possibilities in my head and I HONESTLY was not expecting this. I feel so bad for you on behalf of this lady, but I understand the situation that both of you were in…just so awkward!
Maybe you should stick with your family vehicle…;)
That is so funny! I’d be shocked over your story, but I’m not, considering my sister did the same thing yesterday!
oh blue aveo
gas friendly, compact and cute
you all look the same
all better.
Hee.
That is too funny…I did not see that one coming at all. Glad you finally got things figured out!
Oh Jen this is too funny. I have done this so many times…well just walked up to the wrong car not actually getting in AND I was not even pg. Hey it was honest mistake and made for a gret blog post:) I think everyone got a good chuckle out of it:) I am sooo bummed that I will miss you in Dallas. If you EVER come to Houston please let me (us) know. You are going to LOVE it!!!!!!
You poor thing…snicker. Sorry it is funny! LOVE IT!
OMG! What a day you have had! You will have a great story to tell for years to come!
Oh my stars in the sky! I love your story!! Seriously, still cracking up!
This was such a great story…I’m sure I’ll be telling this to many!! One time I tried to get into my coworker’s car…three of us owned the same car in the same color. So when I walked out one afternoon and pushed the key fob (heard the noise and all) I tried to open my door. I tried and tried…my hands were full and I was getting so annoyed. I kicked the tire and walked around to the other side and it was then I realized it was my coworker’s car that I kicked!
A haiku follows the 5-7-5 rule
but i do love your story.
Yeah, we heard you the first time, Oh Great Poetry Master…
Just SO thankful that the MSC were not with ya! But – had even just one of them been there, you’d have missed the car seat immediately. Hmmmmm . . . maybe just to be on the safe side you should take Big Mac or McNugget with, you know, just in case?!
PC won’t tease you about this for the rest of your life, will he? I’d really hate to have to drive all the way up there and give him Grannies Lecture #1287, Don’t Tease Pregnant Women, No Matter What – Ever!
Love ya,
Grannie
Sounds so much like me, when I was pregnant I drove my hubbys truck and I actually left it running and went into work. I had pregnancy brain something fierce, but I always said I was passing my brains to my kids!!
Oh my goodness…I have done that same exact thing! Well, not quite that bad….but I know that initial feeling of mortification when you discover you are in the wrong vehicle. Hmmm, I wasn’t pregnant though so I’m not sure what my excuse was! At least the lady was understanding…I can’t say the same for the man who found me sitting blissfully unaware in his van in a grocery store parking lot.
I am sorry, but that is really funny. I am glad it all worked out though.
A haiku follows a 5-7-5 rule….
but i loved your story!!
doesnt her haiku follow that rule? Is it words or syllables? Ialways thought it was words…
oh my gosh! that’s crazy! but a totally honest mistake. and thankfully you got it all figured out!
I use to have an old chevy. I worked at the mall, let’s just say I got into a car just like mine and actually drove away. It wasn’t until I went to turn the radio on that I realized my cd player wasn’t there. Or my stuff hanging from the mirror. Lol it wasn’t my car. I quickly drove it back to the parking spot jumped out and got in my own. I seriously felt like I had just commited a felony!!! I’ve never told a soul that story!! Keep to yourselves please
Hugs! My pregnancy brain is still with me in full force. FIFTEEN months after my son was born! Ugh. I feel your pain. Glad that it turned out well. Thanks for the laugh! Today has been a bit of a stressful/rough day and I needed something to smile about.
Oh my goodness how mortifying!! I have never had THAT happen, but when I was pregnant and had to get bloodwork at the hospital, I borrowed my dads big ol’ SUV, and the battery died in the automatic locks. Since I had locked it with them, putting the key in the ignition caused the alarm to go off! I could NOT get it to stop, no matter what I did! So I just drove it through the city, with the alarm going off the entire way, stop signs and lights galore, until the car shut off and I had to do a pull over. After that I refused to get back in it, and waited until my husband could pick me up…the funniest thing was that the security guard told me, as I was apologizing profusely for the alarm going off as I paid my toll at the booth, “dont worry honey, these things happen!” and let me drive off!!!
LOL My car will do that when the car battery is very low or dead. I’ve had it happen twice. It’s really annoying and scares the living daylights out of me when it happens because I don’t know it’s coming. My car WILL NOT start though if the alarm goes off.
oh my word, that is just too funny!!!
glad you gals got it all figured out though!! i would be utterly embarrassed, as well!!
Oh my! Hysterical!
Don’t feel bad. My uncle has gotten into the wrong car on numerous occasions!!! He has a Honda Accord and he keeps getting into Camrys!! (he isn’t preg by the way!!)
Oh my gosh…Jennifer, that is the funniest story ever ! I too have approached cars in parking lots , thinking they were mine , but I never quite managed to get into someone elses car..you should win something for that !!
Glad it all worked itself out, and that grumpy lady softened a bit..
Judy Oshinski
That is too funny, thanks I needed a good laugh. Thank goodness you have pregnancy brain to blame it on. lol
Funny story–but not a haiku!! A haiku goes 5, 7, 5 in syllables. In that order with a total of 17 syllables.
Haiku police
Absolutely! And proud of it.
I wonder if it is politically correct to call a Haiku that doesn’t “fit the Haiku mold” not a “real” Haiku. I mean is that poem racism? Haiku stereotyping?
jk. Obviously.
FYI, ladies, a Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry that can only be imperfectly reproduced in English. The only “true Haiku” is a Japanese one (written vertically, actually).
However, there are many Haikus in other languages, too. Yet, contrary to popular belief, the 5-7-5 rule does not refer to syllables. It refers to 17 moras, which are not indeed synonymous with syllables.
There are a few common ways to write a Haiku in English; there is not one ultimate “correct way” to reproduce that poetry style in our language. It gives the poet some artistic license!
But, even if there was one correct way in English, I was just trying to be cute and clever in my post, not give an example of exemplary poetry!
It’s okay write how you want
It’s your blog to do
Whatever you want to do
(My “Haiku” )
Hahahahaha!! Love it;)
Threading where are you?
My comments appear not there.
Under the comment.
(following the 7-5-7 stereotype)
Okay, I am CLEARLY tired LOL
Oh no! It’s supposed to be 5,7,5? SHOOT.
You get an F in Haiku 101. Better luck next semester.
Um, I guess if a comment already has too many “replies” under it, it doesn’t thread. This F comment was meant for Sami and her 7-5-7 Haiku!!!
You know, you should really be more careful with what you call poetry. Are you going to apologize for that? I bet you wrote a fake Haiku to make more money. That’s it isn’t it? I’ve totally got your number.
*mwaaaaaaahahahahaha*
Shouldn’t you also give the author credit when you copy something word for word Mck? Your explanation of a Haiku isn’t even original. Props should be given to Wikipedia!
Oh my goodness that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time! Thanks for the good laugh, but so sorry that happened. I have tried to unlock the wrong car before, but never made it inside one yet!
seriously? did that just happen?
) that is so very funny. i’m sure you can laugh about it now, but i’m sure it was in no way funny at the time!! wow. thanks for sharing the whole story mckmama. b/c i needed all those details! 
glad the OB appt went well. hope things are much smoother on your trip this weekend to texas than they did at target today!
southern love and prayers from alabama <3
Oh my goodness. Too funny! I bet that lady will never leave her car unlocked ever again!
I have been there done that! About 30 years ago I climbed into the wrong car ready to go and of course it woudln’t start. It’s humiliating to try and explain to the owner.
OMGosh, I’m sitting here laughing hysterically…I have a visual of this whole episode taking place and I’m feeling like you were the right person to handle such an ordeal. Glad the lady wasn’t too upset with you
I laughed out loud. Totally something that would happen to me.
That is so awesome! Love it.
ROFL!!! This something that would TOTALLY happen to me even w/o the “pregnancy brain”. I would have hubby or my dad-in-law come and rescue me too. I have had a lot of embarrassing moments like these its just in my DNA my mom too had many a story.
Again, really hilarious! Thanks for sharing it! When I was last pregnant I was helping my brother out with some things at his place. I was there just the day before, but for some reason that day I totally couldn’t remember where he lived. I drove around the city for almost an hour trying to figure it out. I felt extremely embarrassed.
Hahhhahhahahahahahhahahahhaaaaaaahhahahahhahhhhahhahahaahaaaa! I laughef. That’s funny.
Ha! That sounds like something I would do! I may or may not have walked into a mens bathroom at Target the other day and wondered why there were urinals in the womans bathroom and a man standing there nonetheless! Alas, I cannot blame my idiocy on pregnancy, though I wish I could!
LOL!! I knew when we got our white honda van that I’d do the same thing, since there are SO many around here so we got stickers to put on the back window so I would know! Glad you got it all worked out, though!
OH MY WORD! That is hysterical…but I can imagine your embarrassment! You poor thing!
Oh, I forgot to say…we drive a black Suburban. Just this evening my mom had to pick up my brother from karate, and the car wouldn’t unlock. She tried manually sticking the key in the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Finally she realized she was trying to unlock the door of someone else’s car. Maybe you sent those vibes down here to Oklahoma? Too funny
Oh my gosh I think that is the funniest story I’ve ever read.
this story just makes my day! At least you have pregnancy as an excuse! Stories like this just make me think that some of the ‘unusual’ things that happen to me aren’t all that ‘unusual’ at all. Funny Funny Funny
A similar thing happened to my dad and I when I was young…we had a Ford Fiesta (haha, I know) and we were coming out of a store and my dad unlocked the car doors for us…we get in and realized that it wasn’t our car! And OUR key worked to unlock the doors…yikes
Hysterical! I’m sitting here in tears from laughing so hard! I think I would have fainted. Better yet… I KNOW I would have fainted. And when I came to, I’d ball my little eyes out from embarrassment! I’ve got to say that you handled that perfectly though!
Too funny! My mom thinks it’s weird that you spent so much time in the car trying to figure it out, but I know it’s ok, since you’re pregnant and all
That is so funny Mama. I can just see it all in my mind. LAUGHING SO HARD HERE, at your expense, SORRY!!!
Fun times!!!
I did something similar, and NO I was NOT pregnant, my kids had all moved away from home in fact. I was at K-Mart, bought a few things, opened the trunk of , what I thought was my car. I had a white dynasty at the time. I opened the trunk with the key, and just stood there looking. The trunk was full of sand buckets, lawn chairs and a blanket. I instantly got upset, thinking WHERE IN THE WORLD DID MY HUSBAND HAVE MY CAR. LOL I then realized it was the wrong car. They had the same color interior, a box of kleenex in the back window. MY KEY OPENED THEIR TRUNK. My son worked as a Mechanic Technician at the time, he said that a few cars are made with the same key, every year. They disperse the cars through out the US, so as to not have this happen. WEIRD that we both had the same trunk lock, in the same town.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Rocky and I laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaughed our way through this. I love it!!!
Thanks for sharing the whole story! My daughters and I thoroughly enjoyed it; they especially howled with laughter at your haiku.
LOL… I’ve never actually gotten into a car, but once I couldn’t figure out why it wouldn’t unlock with the key fob (so didn’t know it was called that) and then wouldn’t unlock with the key either…wrong car…. lovely… I was happy no one saw me!! Got to love being pregnant!
are you serious??? wow. that is so funny… i mean, i’m sure it wasn’t funny then, but wow. i’m not laughing AT you… i’m laughing WITH you.
I don’t know how many times I’ve walked up to a Suburban the same color as ours and tried the door…..SO embarrassing! LOL!
Thanks for the laugh. I hope you are able to laugh at it with us, and we are not all just laughing at you. So glad the other driver was so understanding.
Wow, that is so comical. Is it totally wrong of me to be SO glad that was you and NOT me? I once did try to get in the wrong mini van once. I looked up into the driver’s seat to see why my mom would not unlock the door for me and I saw a strange man sitting there. He kindly pointed to the van NEXT to his, showing me the proper way to go. And, alas, my mom was sitting in the driver’s seat of that one. No, this was not when I was a kid or anything; I was a grown woman.
Glad you survived your day and I hope you have some dignity intact!
Oh MckMama, you are always in the funniest of situations. Glad it all got resolved! Its nice you can laugh about it now that it is all over.
Thanks for a little humor to end my day!
My dad was actually lying under a lady’s truck trying to get the hide-a-key because his wouldn’t work when she walked up and asked him what in the world he was doing. Took him weeks to go back to that place!
Hysterical!!!!!
LOL that is too funny!
Oh my word. SO funny. But probably not at the time. Thanks for the laughs though. Pregnancy brain is great. Mine’s just warming up! haha!
After I read your tweets, I was like how could she not know. Didn’t she have her MSC with her? No carseats?
Ahhhhh, now I get it. I haven’t ever done that but pregnancy brain has made me do some interesting things.
my security system jammed too… sometimes all it takes is time… I called my dad and when he got in the car it started right away lol!
Oh my gosh, I feel so bad for you but can’t stop laughing either! What a day! Thank goodness it all worked out in the end. I thought for sure you were going to say that after you called the cops, she tried to press charges or something!
Thank goodness that didn’t happen!!
Aw man, you poor thing!!! What an exhausting ordeal. I think you deserve a sundae to settle down after that! HUGS!
That is great!! I was really laughing out load. I was thinking that the car just wasn’t in park! I have done that do, but not as far as you. I have opened the door to see just one child seat in the back and not two and it took me a while to say oh wait.. i think i parked over here!! OPPS!
That is the funniest story I’ve heard in a long time. Thanks for sharing!
This is such a hoot! What a day! I am glad that it all worked out – but thank you for the laugh
it has been a rough couple days around here and I needed to laugh!
THAT is why you get some sort of magnet, mine is an AWANA magnet, and put it on back, that, or look and see if your car seats are there.
That is the BEST story ever!!! Sounds like something I would do
oh that is classic! i would have been about to pull my hair out! the sort of thing my mom has done before!
Both times I’ve been pregnant, I have gone to the wrong car numerous times…but never gotten inside as they were all locked! Funny, funny story!!
BWAHhahahahahhaa!
You poor thing. That sounds like something I would do!
My grandpa did that once. He was angry that someone had the nerve to put a handicapped sticker on his window. While he was trying the scrape the sticker off with his key he noticed the wheelchair in the back seat. Oops!
Oh, that is hysterical!!!!!!!
L.O.L.!!! HILARIOUS!!!
Love this one! This one made me lol!
I’ve ALMOST done this exact thing, but realized it before I jumped in the car. Haha. Your story is hilarous, as were your tweets! I’m sure it wasn’t too funny at the time though!
LOL Really Hard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because I have SO been there too!
oh my! well, that’s definitely one to write down. bless you… i probably would have just melted into the pavement… or ran away.
I TOTALLY did the same exact thing at the grocery a few weeks ago!!! I was on the phone with my friend and unloading my huge cart of groceries into the back of my Honda Odyssey minivan at the same time. I was just talking away and went and got in the driver’s seat. I thought to myself that the seat was awfully close to the wheel, and I am pretty tall, so that was strange. I kind of thought that it looked a little different inside, but quickly dismissed that thought. I looked down into the center console, and there was my orange juice cup from McDonald’s from that morning (Seriously – the exact same as my van!). I put my key in, tried to start it, and it wouldn’t turn. It was only then that I looked up and noticed the handicapped tag hanging from the rear view mirror. I can’t begin to tell you how fast I grabbed a cart and hauled my NUMEROUS bags of groceries out of that van!!! Turns out, mine was about 3 spaces down the row. The person had left theirs unlocked. I’m glad they didn’t catch me, though!!
So funny! I can’t believe how many people have had this experience! Makes me feel better about the dumb things I do all the time! hahahah!
Oh, I’m so sorry! I could see something like this totally happening to me. Oh my, I would have just died but totally understand how it happened.
I’ve been retelling this story all afternoon….hysterical!