My dad stopped for gas, and while he was pumping I went inside to get a drink

and I came out and went to the same pump, with the same car in the same color sitting there, and opened the car door. And two people said “wrong car”

My dad had moved the car and I opened a stranger’s door 😵😵😵

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Gusman · 61-69, M

Wow, that brought back a memory of at least 52 years ago.
As a school child of 10? the class went on a special visit to the local copper mine smelter. We went in cars.
The smelter was awe inspiring. Very large vats of molten copper being tipped out into large metal containers. Thousands of sparks being throw everywhere.
Somehow I became separated from the group and got lost. Ended up at the car park ad got into the car I thought I came in.
Turns out it was the wrong car. It was a mine workers car. When the group arrived at the car park they saw me sitting in the wrong car. 🙂