NOT Mr. Man.

I needed to buy a couple of things in our local craft store. It was the last stop on our list of errands and Mr. Man was done in. He refused to come into the store with me and offer any opinion on the color hue of the cupcake cups I sought, and opted for a nap in the car. I explained that I would only be a couple of minutes and would like his input but received a shrug and a purposeful recline of his car seat, then a tug at his ball cap over his eyes.

My initial reaction was "Hmph!" at his casual disregard of my important quest, but thought to myself if he is peacefully asleep I can take my time and stroll up and down the aisles looking at things I don't need. Leaving him the car keys so he wouldn't suffocate or if he wanted soothing lullaby music, I headed in.

Admittedly it wasn't 5 minutes or even 10. Just a few longer. Afterall, I had to complete my mission. It was a disappointing venture, the store out of every item I was seeking, but I made one purchase just to show I really needed to be there. It was nearly dark when I left the store and headed for my car. Mr. Man was so sound asleep. He must have been very tired.

The electronic lock on the door wasn't responding to my code. So annoying! I knocked on the window to wake up Mr. Man to let me in. He slept on. I rapt harder and harder and told him to wake up and let me in for gosh sake! (Perhaps my verbage sounded a little harsh).

The Mr. Man figure rolled toward me and blinked at me bewildered. . . and I blinked at him because he was NOT Mr. Man. I am confused until I look at the running board and see no mud or weeds caked to it and the wheel rims seem way too shiney to be mine. The door scratch seems to have disappeared. Wait! This is NOT my vehicle. My SUV is parked exactly over one row which I made a buzz line to, rapping on the windows as I approach so I can escape the glares of the other Mr. Someone who thought I was trying to car jack him .

Mr. Man opens his eyes, unlocks the door and asks me what the problem is that I am banging on the windows? I explain the mistaken identity of the other SUV- same make, color, stickers and had 2 letters on the license plate that I remember mine has. Ditched out of the parking lot and drive to the safety of home before my humiliation fully took hold.

It's not the first time I've tried to get into a car that's not mine, but its the first time I was forcing my way into an occupied one.

Sorry Mr. Someone. Hope you got back to sleep and remember it all as just a dream. May we never meet again!