I drive a VW Polo.  In silver.  There's a lot of them around.  So I should perhaps not have been altogether surprised when I found myself putting my key in the boot lock of a not-mine car, two spaces up from where I should have been in the Sainsburys car park, this evening.  Nor, I suppose, should I have been surprised that the man next to me evinced facial expressions from shock to surprise to wrinkly, wide mouthed, wet eyed, bent double laughing.  He spent a good minute or two composing himself before he was able to drive away.

No, the only thing that surprised me, was how surprised *I* was.

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[Polly]

I'm so glad it isn't just me - I did that (only mine is a silver zafira) a couple of weeks ago. No one was watching me mind!

[Cybèle de Jong]

Imogen did this about 6 months ago - we were walking out to the car in Sainsbury's and there was a blue Peugeot like mine parked two or three spaces up from mine. Im was on my left and I suddenly realised she wasn't there anymore, looked up and see her veering towards the passenger door of this other car. There was already a lady packing up her shopping in that car, so I called Im back, who spent the next ten minutes in the car crying with laughter at herself.