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What clued you in? For me, it would be not recognizing the clutter on the passenger floor.
I've done this too. It was the same make and model minivan, same color, and I got into the driver's seat and inserted the key into the ignition. It went in, but wouldn't turn. I sat there jiggling it about for a while, cursing under my breath. Happened to glance over my shoulder into the 2nd row and thought, what the heck, where are the carseats? Then, what the heck, who cleaned my van? Then, oh my god, this is not my vehicle!!
I've done this too. It was the same make and model minivan, same color, and I got into the driver's seat and inserted the key into the ignition. It went in, but wouldn't turn. I sat there jiggling it about for a while, cursing under my breath. Happened to glance over my shoulder into the 2nd row and thought, what the heck, where are the carseats? Then, what the heck, who cleaned my van? Then, oh my god, this is not my vehicle!!
Same here! I came out of the bank and the exact same car had pulled in next to mine. It took a minute to register that the stuff in the center console didn't belong to me!
A friend of mine lived in Irvine California- a place where you will never find its equal in terms of cookie cutter conformity. He lived in a vast ocean of nearly identical town-homes and, on weekends, he liked to drink a lot. Usually someone would drop him at the entrance of the complex, and he would wander about trying to figure out which nearly identical home might be his. He often went to the wrong door and on more than on occasion found the door open and walked in only to discover an unfamiliar family within. He once found himself looking into the barrel of a shotgun and promptly wet his pants, apologized and stumbled back into the night. After that, he took to calling his wife and asking her to stand int he doorway and wave so he could find the correct town-home (for the short time he had a wife, then we got him a blue light bulb for his porch light, however the HOA eliminated that after a few months).
Ultimately, he realized he had a problem and quit drinking.
Or when visiting someone knocked on the wrong door
I'm still alive, and haven't been shot.. So my answer is no.
Seriously.. how do you walk into the wrong house? I can get the knocking on the wrong door.. But walking into the wrong house?
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