One thing that I know absolutely nothing about is cars.
Ask me to identify a car and I can tell you if it is a truck, an SUV or a normal sized car. Along with the color. And that is about as far as I go.
The other day I stood outside a car that was not mine, wondering why my remote was not unlocking the car. Grey car. Normal size. Thought it was mine.
Turns out, not my car.
But the worst case of car misidentification was when Chris dropped me off at Kohls one time and was waiting in the car. I think it was raining a little, which helps my failure to pay attention to detail a little more excusable.
But probably not a lot.
I ran outside, opened the door of "my car," sat in the front seat and noticed a Burger King bag in the center. While about to say "You really went to Burger King while I was in the store?" I looked up first and noticed a man that was not my husband.
"Oooooh. You are not my husband. Oops."
Even more awkward was backing out of the front seat to see his wife waiting outside the car.
Maybe I should at least pay attention to the details of my own cars.