Last Sunday we were at church for an event. Afterwards we
headed out to the parking lot to leave and I noticed there was some paint
scraped off on the back right side of our car. It looked like someone had side
swiped the back end. Upon further inspection we noticed that there was a rubber
part on the back end, near the tire, that was completely ripped from where it
was supposed to be attached as well. We were poking and prodding and pondering when this could have happened
and how it would be that I wouldn’t have noticed it before now. Then I moved to
the back bumper and noticed some more scratches and even some bolt marks. I was
completely clueless and confused. It was about that time that John, after
trying to unlock the car unsuccessfully a few times and looking at the license
plate, came to the realization that this was in fact, NOT our car.
I’m not sure which I felt more of, relief or embarrassment.
I think I’ll go with relief, since there was no one else in the parking lot.
Thank goodness! As we walked a few cars over to OUR car we just both had to
laugh at ourselves. We are a pair, that’s for sure!