It finally happened... That event that proves I am old. Old and losing it...
OK. Back in July my daily driver crapped out. Yeah, I blogged all about it so I won't re-hash the whole ordeal. In its place I bought a modern (boring) 4-door family sedan. Major brand, popular model, yadda yadda. Metallic Gold paint. I see duplicates of my car everywhere. I'm not complaining - it is the nicest car I've owned. Not the coolest by a long shot, but the nicest.
So a few minutes ago, I'm coming out of the bank lobby... My peabrain is pre-occupied with trying to figure out how far that money I just deposited is going to go... I grab the door handle and start to get in the car. My brain silently says "what is all that crap doing in my back seat?" just as my rump is about to land on the upholstery. Note - the brain didn't say "oh crap! this ain't yer car!" but it should have.
I hastily de-carred, shut the door, and scampered over to MY car, which was one row over.
I used to think I officially became old when music from high school started playing on the oldies station. Nah. That was just middle age. Now I am officially old.