One night, I went out to my car to grab something and found it unlocked. "Stupid me," I thought as I went into the back seat.

Then I realized that several things were missing--among them being a bag of empty food wrappers and other trash. "Who steals a bag of trash??" I thought.

But it wasn't just that things were missing. No, random stuff has been put there instead. A shoebox with a pair of old Nikes. A packages set of bedsheets. "Who the hell goes into a car, steals garbage, and leaves behind their own stuff????"

And then the penny dropped and I realized I had been rooting around in someone else's black Nissan Versa.

I backed away with my hands up, loudly declaring to the empty alley that "this is not my car, holy shit this is not my car, oh my god I'm an idiot".