tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post6371039626449454218..comments2024-03-28T13:47:29.519-04:00Comments on Quiltville's Quips & Snips!!: Those Crazy Fun October Quiltvillians!Bonnie K. Hunterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16377635115790685301noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-23923295917742676342022-11-03T11:50:29.450-04:002022-11-03T11:50:29.450-04:00I had a very new little hatchback Pontiac in 1989....I had a very new little hatchback Pontiac in 1989. I came out of the store and opened the door (exact same color). This car was trashed. I scooted out of the car, very glad that it wasn't mine. Jan the quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14033815886005763899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-66058540411046037402022-11-03T08:03:19.940-04:002022-11-03T08:03:19.940-04:00Even funnier is when you have a rental car and you...Even funnier is when you have a rental car and you can’t remember what it looks like. Wandered around the parking lot for a while tealeafquiltshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03214543099275757978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-30456790121527755512022-11-03T07:32:48.382-04:002022-11-03T07:32:48.382-04:00Thanks everyone for a million laughs this morning....Thanks everyone for a million laughs this morning.lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10641009607543256897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-90781733120666778932022-11-02T20:40:42.374-04:002022-11-02T20:40:42.374-04:00So I went to a new indoor mall. Thought.I exited ...So I went to a new indoor mall. Thought.I exited the same door I came in. Found my car, the key opened the lock. Got inside. There was trash in the cup holders I didn't recognize. I took the wrong exit, found the same car as mine, and my key worked in it! Took me 30 mins to find the right exit to find my real car.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02127397932442695945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-28275681525148238242022-11-02T19:18:28.393-04:002022-11-02T19:18:28.393-04:00Hmmmm looks that "the wrong car syndrome"...Hmmmm looks that "the wrong car syndrome" is rampant. Been there done that. Didn't realize it till the car wouldn't start and there was an unknown package on the front seat that wasn't mine.June Nhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03850297367613050354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-32848074599797855642022-11-02T18:58:03.173-04:002022-11-02T18:58:03.173-04:00I have done this twice - once at the post office, ...I have done this twice - once at the post office, where I opened the red Honda and got in, then found shag carpeting on the floorboards and a hairbrush on the passenger seat. Knew I was in the wrong car, and leaped out. My car was in the next space over. The first time was when I tried to get into a chevy van, silver with a blue stripe on the bottom. I tried to get my key into the lock, then looked up and found the female driver on the other side of the window looking at me. She rolled down the window as I said, "Oops! Not my van!" She replied, "I've done the same thing!" I said, "Maybe it was my van, I have the same style!"Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17128379696456444487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-77051040368175778812022-11-02T17:22:01.051-04:002022-11-02T17:22:01.051-04:00Oh my, thanks for the chuckles ladies (& men?)...Oh my, thanks for the chuckles ladies (& men?). I have yet to do this but I'm sure my time is coming.Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14781738904267891167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-9434065674106527572022-11-02T17:12:15.113-04:002022-11-02T17:12:15.113-04:00Thank you for telling us a crazy story, and a good...Thank you for telling us a crazy story, and a good chuckle. It happens to the best of us!! Love the porch quilt show! Yes, it is getting about time to start the Christmas sewing! Two more sleeps until the weekend... It's been a crazy 2 weeks. Tracey Honighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13550082822513961192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-52676388774836831102022-11-02T16:30:30.491-04:002022-11-02T16:30:30.491-04:00Opened the passenger side door and started to get ...Opened the passenger side door and started to get in, when I noticed that the guy behind the wheel wasn't my husband! My guy had thoughfully moved our car a little closer to the church door. Oops!Mary Boltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05695496882358632001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-58669353247940167752022-11-02T16:29:32.450-04:002022-11-02T16:29:32.450-04:00I always lock my car so the fact that the fob wasn...I always lock my car so the fact that the fob wasn't working would tip me off. And, I somehow end up buying cars that aren't high sellers. Anyone else have a charcoal Honda Crosstour? Probably not - plus it's 10 years old and Honda hasn't made them for years. If I'm in the other vehicle - it helps that since it's modified for a wheelchair ramp, it's jacked up about a foot taller than any other Odyssey (which isn't a plus trying to clamber into the thing with a bad back).The Calico Quilterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772374749065425388noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-27567624840890235742022-11-02T16:17:56.702-04:002022-11-02T16:17:56.702-04:00I have not yet done that but my husband has twice ...I have not yet done that but my husband has twice gotten into the wrong car waiting on me. It was just after our new-to-us care was obtained. Fortunately, no one caught him in the car before he realized it. LOLPamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571615613290069480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-14797483958538628902022-11-02T14:55:59.769-04:002022-11-02T14:55:59.769-04:00haha, so I have a car which matches so many in my ...haha, so I have a car which matches so many in my area (common color and model). Thankfully I had a custom pinstripe added to it so I could figure out which one is mine! I have still walked up to the wrong car but at least I notice something has happened to my pinstripe before I got in....lolBridgethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486839605418548444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-51185427896755273832022-11-02T13:48:46.285-04:002022-11-02T13:48:46.285-04:00Not quite the same but I was putting gas in my red...Not quite the same but I was putting gas in my red SUV at the local gas station and noticed the man using the pump on the other side grinning at me. I looked over and he had the identical red SUV. Vehicle twins. Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338879869026215900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-58188310185868696852022-11-02T13:39:33.927-04:002022-11-02T13:39:33.927-04:00I did the same thing a cracker barrel. Looked at ...I did the same thing a cracker barrel. Looked at front tire "no hub cap". I just got new tires the day before. Figured they had not put hub cap on right. Opened door and there was a rod of clothes on back. realized it was not our car. Hoped no one saw us. Sandy Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17623296304208355833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-81634149998570493812022-11-02T13:33:20.814-04:002022-11-02T13:33:20.814-04:00I parked my brother white pick-up truck in a home ...I parked my brother white pick-up truck in a home depot parking lot in Jackson, Mississippi. When I got out of home depot, I had totally forgotten where I had parked it. Do you know how many white pick-up trucks are in a home depot parking lot in Mississippi? Probably thirty, and I had to walk by everyone of them and look in the window to see if it was mine. This truck does not have electronic locks, so pushing a button on my keys wasn't an option. And yes the truck is still going 21 years later.<br />And yes, I did get in someone else's car at the YMCA. Looked just like my hubby's car, got in and the key didn't work. I looked around and found a letter in the door side pocket, it wasn't addressed to him. Oops! My solution is that I put a cute sticker on the left side of the rear window, so I look for that before I get in a car.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953507187157403050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-20632903112753075262022-11-02T13:30:38.600-04:002022-11-02T13:30:38.600-04:00More than once!! I work to remember where I park m...More than once!! I work to remember where I park my car and to make sure it's my car as well!<br />Linda Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04448373782677661863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-36070435035329897732022-11-02T13:17:27.642-04:002022-11-02T13:17:27.642-04:00Many years ago, when "beeping" your car ...Many years ago, when "beeping" your car to open and close was newish , we purchased a new car with this feature. I had met someone for lunch and when we came out of the little cafe, in an upscale community fairly near me, but not specifically my neighborhood, I noticed someone with the exact same car parked next to mine. When I push my beeper BOTH cars unlocked! The other owner comes running out the restaurant screaming at me! What did I think I was doing? How dare I unlock her car? Etc, etc. I show her that my beeper unlocked both and she starts screaming at me again fix the situation right there and then. I look at both of our license plates and can tell that my car was bought before hers. I tried to use that as a defense (why was I defending myself in the first place!?!). She proceeds to call the police, they arrive, she tells them I was attempting to break into her car for unknown nefarious reasons. I explain to the police what happened, all the while she is ranting and raving. They tell her that simply we had the same code for our beepers and the best thing to do was go to the car dealer (we had the same year, make, model and Dealer) and have them give us new codes. I actually called the Dealer and he said that they used the same codes because it was cheaper for them (hmmmmm.....not sure if I was being bamboozled with that line). They said they counted on the likelihood of the cars being in the vicinity of each other was considered unlikely. I didn't change my code and haven't a clue if she changed hers. Lynne Setahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15346388952405071467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-14609915428490457712022-11-02T12:53:40.932-04:002022-11-02T12:53:40.932-04:00This happened in the late 1960's. I grew up ...This happened in the late 1960's. I grew up in a small town of about 500 people. There was someone else in town who had a car just like ours, we were at a ballgame at the school. When we came out our car was gone. (Everyone left the car unlocked and the keys in the ignition) So my Dad said, I bet I know who took it, so we drove to the other person's house in town and traded cars! Everyone had a good la.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00294734783316428338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-26111652004312008212022-11-02T12:33:47.793-04:002022-11-02T12:33:47.793-04:00OOPS, getting older is not for sissies in a parkin...OOPS, getting older is not for sissies in a parking lot. Finding my car is so great when I can beep the fob and see those lights flash on my Honda Fit. Great Over the Porch Pictures. It rained all day here so no outside pictures in the PNW. DH agreed to let me get a NEW machine for Christmas stitching. So sweet to have a supportive hubby. Retirement - twice the Hubby and Half the $$$. Got my Paint cards, sort of. Two Lowe's stops and picked up a few other needful things for Christmas and Holidays.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06156858742587928699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-69114178695016229242022-11-02T12:23:18.765-04:002022-11-02T12:23:18.765-04:00A few years back I went to the car wash. When the...A few years back I went to the car wash. When they called out my car make, I went to my car and saw all the scratches on its side. I was just about to complain about it, but first I wanted to put my purse im the car. Well, the interior was black, but mine was a camel color,.lol. I was so happy that it wasn't my car especially since the other car has the scratches in it.Ruth McIlwainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12857210810662450762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-16521843203189556332022-11-02T12:12:06.316-04:002022-11-02T12:12:06.316-04:00I did exactly the same thing once. Identical car, ...I did exactly the same thing once. Identical car, one row over from where I parked. *facepalm* Leahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232459401326203771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-65806455575481700542022-11-02T11:27:20.322-04:002022-11-02T11:27:20.322-04:00Several times I've stood in a parking lot with...Several times I've stood in a parking lot with my remote wonder why the devil won't the vehicle unlock - not my car, that's why. One time we were parked at our local rural post office. Before we know it, some lady jumps into the backseat of our SUV. About 10 seconds passed and we are all looking at each other. She saw a white SUV and two people in the front seat and thought it was her sister and BIL. Two vehicles over, there they were, same vehicle as ours, with tears running down their faces, laughing at her. Lisa C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03646149493736266926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-2245489530516426512022-11-02T11:25:29.744-04:002022-11-02T11:25:29.744-04:00Happened to me at the nail salon. I pushed the un...Happened to me at the nail salon. I pushed the unlock, nothing happened. So I pushed it again, tried the door handle. Still locked. Peered in the window, realized it was not my little white car. Meanwhile the owner of the car is inside the salon shrieking her car is being stolen. My little white car is one space over so I sheepishly get in and leave. Next several times at the salon I get to relive this embarrassing moment. I do my nails at home now.. Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01380445451262754861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-12115518535650310062022-11-02T11:04:50.463-04:002022-11-02T11:04:50.463-04:00Oh yes, I have a doozy. We lived in Canada back in...Oh yes, I have a doozy. We lived in Canada back in the late 80's. I signed up for a quilting class given at a Quilt Shop in a nearby town. I parked on the street in my blue van, took all of my supplies and headed in to class. Four hours later, I left the store, arms loaded, and went back to the van. -Hey, why is my door unlocked?? Well, it looks OK- I get into the drivers seat and start to look around. -Hey, who put all these magazines on my front passenger seat?? Why won't my key work . . . . OMG, this isn't my van. I too looked around to see if anyone had been watching me. Then I slinked out of the wrong van, giggling all the way, and back to my own van. Yes, I left their drivers door unlocked uncase they needed it that way. I will remember that one forever!EricaBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13120725678829283488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13569819.post-26766407627267363192022-11-02T11:03:28.857-04:002022-11-02T11:03:28.857-04:00Oh, yeh, been there - done that. Oh, yeh, been there - done that. Ginny Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03179798651971912409noreply@blogger.com