I got into the wrong car once. Identical to wife’s. Broad daylight. Sober. Key fob opened it but wouldn’t start it. That’s when I realized error. Any potential stompers would have been DRT.
I was on a business trip along with several VPs from our Fortune 500 company. One of the VPs came out of the hotel room, got in his rental car and drove off.
It wasn’t his car. Some family had their belongings in the trunk. The police pulled him over. He told them what he did. They drove back to the hotel and verified his keys matched an identical car in the parking lot.
We never let him live that down. A car thief running our company.
My wife came out of the gym a few days ago and was walking up to her car. She pressed the remote to unlock it and a strange woman climbed right into the driver’s seat. My wife tapped on the window and said “Excuse me, that’s my car.” The woman looked around the interior and found out she had gotten into the wrong car. Her car was behind my wife’s car and it was the identical model, year, color, and interior.
They both had a good laugh about it and my wife was laughing about it when she got home.
Nobody stomped anybody, but, then again, the persons described by Scott Adams are in short supply here in North Idaho.