Years ago, while still working, I often took a lunch break to run an errand or two. On this particular day, I went to my car and realized that I hadn't locked it. Grumbling over my absent mindedness, I got in, sat down and about to put the key in the ignition, when an unfamiliar pair of gloves on the console caught my eye followed by a sustained, low, menacing growl behind me. Looking through the rear view, I spotted the tiniest mite of a Chihuahua, baring all its teeth at me from the back seat. In that single, horrifying instant, I knew I was in the wrong car! I hopped out as quickly as I could and slammed the door shut with Chihuaha now barking at me hysterically against the glass.
Thankfully, I found my own (identical make, model and color) car three spaces down, in the same row of the company parking lot!