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Anybody catch the new Netflix series A Man on the Inside?

My wife and I can rarely agree on something to watch on the telly, but this one we both enjoyed.
It's really good, imo. If you liked The Good Place and/or Parks and Rec, you'll probably dig it. My wife and I are only a few episodes in.
 
As I was going toward to the check out line today I realized that I stole someone else’s cart and had it half fulled with my stuff on the top.
I ended up finding my cart way on the other side of the store and hoped people didn’t notice me shuffling around the contents of the carts to what I wanted.
At least I didn’t open another Honda CR-V’s door🧑🏻‍🦯.
Similar thing: Back just before I retired from United Airlines I always tried to park my car at one specific "lot" area and bus stop to make life easier when coming off shift in the dark and tired. I owned a black Saturn Vue with manual transmission and tan interior. That particular day, I had to park in a different area (they were labeled by European cities i.e. "Paris", "Milan", "Frankfurt" and so on). I usually parked at "Paris" as it was right near the exit to the airport rd.
So, I got off our terminal bus, and saw "my car" there. Clicked my remote, nothing. Tried again, nothing. I figured must have been a dead battery. Walked up to the car (a black Saturn Vue with manual transmission) and began unlocking with the key. Which ALSO did not work. Now I'm beside myself. How can I get home? I tried the other side. No luck. Wasn't until I noticed something sitting on the front seat was not mine. I realized I was trying to open a "twin" to my car. Which I'd then realized I'd parked at Frankfurt that night not Paris. Which meant about a 1/4 mile walk toward the Skywest hangar, where I finally found my own car.
What were the odds, there would be 2 exact Saturn Vues with manual shifters both in the same company at the same time that night?
 
Similar thing: Back just before I retired from United Airlines I always tried to park my car at one specific "lot" area and bus stop to make life easier when coming off shift in the dark and tired. I owned a black Saturn Vue with manual transmission and tan interior. That particular day, I had to park in a different area (they were labeled by European cities i.e. "Paris", "Milan", "Frankfurt" and so on). I usually parked at "Paris" as it was right near the exit to the airport rd.
So, I got off our terminal bus, and saw "my car" there. Clicked my remote, nothing. Tried again, nothing. I figured must have been a dead battery. Walked up to the car (a black Saturn Vue with manual transmission) and began unlocking with the key. Which ALSO did not work. Now I'm beside myself. How can I get home? I tried the other side. No luck. Wasn't until I noticed something sitting on the front seat was not mine. I realized I was trying to open a "twin" to my car. Which I'd then realized I'd parked at Frankfurt that night not Paris. Which meant about a 1/4 mile walk toward the Skywest hangar, where I finally found my own car.
What were the odds, there would be 2 exact Saturn Vues with manual shifters both in the same company at the same time that night?
When I was a kid we were on a family vacation in Dallas area and went to a baseball game. On the way out looking for our car, some gold colored late 60s GM 4 door, we finally located it. Dad unlocked the door and started it and as we piled in he noticed a figurine of some sort on the dash and realized it wasn't our rental.

Took us while but we eventually found our rental.
 
My wife likes to tell the story of how her mother mistakenly not only opened the door to what she thought was her car but also put her key into the ignition and drove it home!
She found out the next day when one her sons told her that a friend’s car had been stolen
Both cars were 37 or 38ish Cadillacs and nobody ever figured out why the keys were interchangeable ( or were they just so worn that any key would work?)
 
My wife likes to tell the story of how her mother mistakenly not only opened the door to what she thought was her car but also put her key into the ignition and drove it home!
She found out the next day when one her sons told her that a friend’s car had been stolen
Both cars were 37 or 38ish Cadillacs and nobody ever figured out why the keys were interchangeable ( or were they just so worn that any key would work?)
Not sure about other makes, GM didn't make very many different keys back then. With 6 or 8 different ignition keys you'd usually have one that'd start most of their vehicles.
 
Years ago there was a story in the papers about how drunk teenagers stole a military truck, I think it was one of the old Saurer's. They contemplated how one could start it without the keys.

A screwdriver would do. A nail file. Heck, even if you had a strong fingernail it could do the job. I've seen weirder things.
 
I had a buddy back in college that had a Plymouth Duster and his key was the same as my Plymouth Custom Suburban station wagon. We would just take the car that was parked closer in the parking lot. Sometimes when you went to get yours you might have to walk around a bit to find it.
 

 

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