I Almost Found Myself in Trouble Over a Case of Mistaken Identity (Thanks to Exhaustion)

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It was day five of severe sleep deprivation when I wandered into my local coffee shop, looking like a zombie who had just crawled out of a grave. I ordered a triple venti espresso and impatiently waited at the counter. When my name was called, I snatched that cup like it was the last drink on Earth and chugged half of it down faster than a college kid at a party. Anyone who’s dealt with a toddler and a baby in the morning knows how crucial that caffeine fix is.

Ah, sweet caffeine. As the first shot of espresso coursed through my veins, the haze in my mind began to clear. Feeling somewhat revived, I decided it was time to tackle the day ahead. Fueled by that caffeine rush, I headed out to the parking lot, ready to take on the world.

There it was—my trusty minivan, parked in its usual spot. I fumbled with my purse, my coffee, and a drink I had gotten for my husband while trying to get into the driver’s seat. I set my drinks in the cup holders, tossed my purse onto the floor, and flipped open the mirror to check for any errant chin hairs. It was disappointing to find that the overhead light was out.

As I pondered that, I caught a strange smell wafting through the air. I turned to check the back seat for yesterday’s lunchbox, which I had left behind before, but it was missing. Oddly enough, so was the other car seat. I could have sworn I had two kids with me earlier.

I started to question my sanity. Was it the sunlight playing tricks on me? The leather interior looked… black. Mine was definitely tan, right? Maybe I needed more coffee, or perhaps I had overdone it. Or—oh no—was I having an actual breakdown?

I became increasingly anxious, like a character in a horror movie who realizes something is off in their own home. You know, like when someone moves your coffee pot or changes the light switches around? Yep, I was feeling that vibe.

I had gotten into this vehicle with my keys, right? I pressed the ignition button, but nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. That’s when I spotted a picture taped to the dashboard—a little boy who looked a lot like my son, but definitely wasn’t him.

And then it hit me: I was sitting in a stranger’s car! I was in their front seat! I quickly realized I had to get out, but I had just dumped my purse all over their floor. Panic set in as I scrambled to pick everything up—gum, water bottle, tampons, and a sippy cup—before making my exit.

I ducked out of the stranger’s van and hurried across the parking lot, glancing back every few steps, trying to play it cool. I finally made it to where my identical minivan was parked, relieved no one had noticed my blunder.

Balancing my cups on the hood, I rummaged through my purse for my keys only to discover that I had left them behind in the other car. Oh my goodness!

Just as I realized my mistake, the owner of the other minivan approached, and I had to awkwardly explain, “Hi, I was just in your van thinking it was mine, and I left my keys there.”

She burst out laughing, genuinely amused. Apparently, she had seen me sitting in her vehicle and was contemplating whether to call the police or just let it play out. Lucky for me, I had exited just before she would have made that call.

Thank you, sleep deprivation, for almost landing me in serious trouble. Instead, I ended up making a new friend in a fellow mom with a little boy the same age as mine. And bonus? She had excellent taste in minivans.

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Summary: In a comical mix-up caused by sleep deprivation, I accidentally tried to start a stranger’s car, leading to an embarrassing encounter but ultimately resulting in a new friendship.