From: m35products (m35prod@optonline.net)
Date: Tue Jun 10 2003 - 05:15:51 PDT
My goodness...I seem to have opened up another can of Pandora's worms!
I have received 5 private emails concerning the "wrong vehicle" syndrome. I
was not aware of its wide-ranging effects.
I was only (half) kidding, of course, but it happened to me just a week ago
at a construction site. I went out to my white F*rd van to go to the deli
for lunch, and remarked to my partner that someone must have been smoking a
cigaret in the truck. Then, continuing the "Goldilocks and the Three Bears"
motif, I mentioned that the radio buttons had been reset to some Gawd-awful
stations, and that someone had left a bunch of plumber's tools in the back.
(My truck has electrical stuff in it)
When my key didn't work in the ignition, and somebody else's wife's picture
looked back at me from the visor, I began to suspect the worst: another
episode of C.R.A.F.T.
A month ago, in the local newspaper's "Police Blotter" which usually has the
cat-in-the-tree, DWI, and an occasional juicy spousal-abuse story, there was
a story of a woman who drove all the way home in her new white Volvo wagon,
only to realize that she had someone else's groceries in her car. The car
had been locked (!) and her key had fit perfectly. The owner of the other
new Volvo wagon was not amused at first, but drove the wrong one over to the
Police station, to report her complaint of missing vehicle, with undeniable
proof of the alleged perpetrator's identity.
(I woulda kept the wrong white F*rd van, as it was a 350, not a 250 like
mine, but frankly, his wife wasn't nearly as good-looking as mine)
Arthur P. Bloom
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