Herself reminded me a day or two back of something she once did. Our elder daughter, a car smasher if there ever was one, used for a while a navy blue Golf. It ran all right but had been kerbed so often and so violently that its steel wheels were horribly battered. One had half its rim turned inside out, but oddly was still balanced well enough not to be noticed. It wasn't clean either, inside or out.
Herself borrowed the car once to collect a grandnipper from school. On emerging with the grandnipper she opened the Golf with the key and got in. Before she got the key into the ignition the perplexed owner of the car rushed up to ask her what she was doing. Only then did she notice that there were two navy blue Golfs parked nose to tail, and she'd got into the wrong one. The bloke was nice and laughed about it in rather a relieved way (you'd be completely round the bend to take Herself for a criminal of any sort).
I imagine the bloke's Golf would have been clean, with undamaged wheel rims and less rubbish in the interior, but she didn't notice anything like that until compelled to. Seems weird to me. But what seemed weird to her was that the key to our daughter's Golf opened another car. Struck her as sharp practice and corner-cutting by the VW locksmiths' department.
Should give a chuckle to Ted and Westpig surely?
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