Answer and Explanation:
When I was younger, I used to wait for one of my parents to come and pick me up from school. One day, I was outside, talking to my classmates when I saw this car pull over just a few feet away from us. I said goodbye and opened the back door, sure that I was just hopping into my dad's car.
My father had bought this model not long before, and I still hadn't memorized the license plate. Also, it was a pretty popular model, so several parents had one. As you can imagine, I had just gotten into someone else's car, not my father's. It took me a few seconds to realize what I had just done. But the worst part was still to come.
There were two men sitting at the front. They were focused on their conversation - I remember it was something business related -, so they didn't quite pay attention to me. The man who was on the driver's seat heard me get inside and close the door, so he instinctively turned the engine on. He didn't even look behind to check if he was picking up the right kid.
My heart skipped a beat! That stranger was going to drive away with me, the wrong kid, on the back seat of his car! I finally found the courage to say something. I was barely able to explain that I was sorry, that I had mistaken his car for my father's. He seemed mildly surprised, as if he was still engrossed in the conversation he was having with the other man. I, on the other hand, was dying inside. I left the car with trembling legs, and didn't even dare look toward my friends. I can say I have never felt so embarrassed in my life.
