Today when leaving the gym I walked up to what I thought was my vehicle and pressed the button to open the door. When it didn't open, I initially thought my key fob thing was broken, but then I glanced in the window and noticed that this vehicle had different kids' books scattered on the seat than the ones I'd left in mine. A quick check of the license plate confirmed that this wasn't my car and a little further search led us to the right vehicle, down a few cars in the same row. Because I had been in such close proximity, I had been opening and closing the door on my vehicle as I tried to open the one that looked like mine. It was closing as we walked up to it and I remarked, "Wow, that car looked just like ours!" Comma replied, matter-of-factly, "No it didn't. It had different tires."
M.E.: It did?
Comma: (a little impatiently) Yes, why didn't you look at the tires?
M.E.: Well, the tires are down by the ground, so they're not the first thing I see. You notice them because you're shorter and they're right where you're looking.
Comma: (pretty disgusted with me by this point) Well, you should have asked me. I could have told you!
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