Years ago, I worked in Brimingham (the English one). Each day, my other half would drop me off at the railway station in the morning and pick me up there in the evening. One night, he was running a little late, but eventually our blue Metro drove into the station, straigh past me and stopped some distance away. Slightly annoyed, I trotted over to the car, yanked open the door and started to demand why he had not stopped next to me.
The face of the complete stranger at the wheel, and those of this two passangers were a picture... for the milli-second that I was able to see them before I turned tail and legged in into the crowds in the station concourse.
I'm such an idiot.
The odd thing was, though, just a couple of weeks later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of our car which was parked up while hubs went into a shop, and suddenly the door was yanked open by a very surprised-looking womam, who apologised profusely and legged it, having mistaken our car for hers.
What are the odds?
It would have been brilliant if I could have said it was same woman who was in the car at the station, but the universe isn't that neat.
I still chuckle when I think of this incident though. Does anyone else have any Earth-please-swallow-me moments?