I was on a business trip years ago. One of our VP’s came out of the hotel in the morning and got into what he thought was his rental car. His key worked, and he drove off.
The cops pulled him over. When he explained, they took him back to the hotel, and his key indeed worked in the correct car. They didn’t press charges.
Once I locked myself out of my old ‘07 F150 w/ keys, cell phone and wallet sitting plainly on the driver’s seat — just off 14th St. in DC, aka not the best area. As I flagged down passersby to call AAA, an old black man who lived in the project across the street came by. I explained the situation, and he said, “Hold on.”
He came back in a few minutes with a HUGE set of keys — three rings strung together w/ at least a hundred keys. He flipped through them, found one he liked, and opened the car door with it immediately.
I had at least put a Club on the steering wheel — he pointed to it and laughed, saying, “Get yerself an alarm.” I gave him the two fifties I had in my wallet and said, “God bless you.” Although clearly an old time car thief, I love him to this day.