While I wait for my car to be repaired after an accident I was in four weeks ago, I am driving a rental vehicle – a very pretty silver Polo classic with only 5000km on the clock. Let me take this opportunity to say that while I am thoroughly enjoying zipping around town in this lovely little vehicle, it has posed some problems owing to the following:
1) There are very many silver cars in Johannesburg
2) There are very many silver Polo Classics in Johannesburg
3) From the front, the Polo looks like the VW Golf.
4) From the side, the Polo looks like the VW Golf, Toyota Corolla, and most other smallish cars.
So yesterday, following a lovely afternoon with G.B, C.F and HiD, I stopped by the shops. After buying 3-ply toilet paper (thought I would spoil myself), I walked back to my car and remarked to myself how I hadn’t noticed the red stripe above my grill in the week that I’d had this car. Ignoring this piece of information which would become rather vital in the next 30 seconds, I inserted my key in the lock and turned. Nothing happed. I tried harder. Again, nothing happened. I stepped away from the car and noticed that, in fact, this was not my car that I was forcibly trying to unlock. Unfortunately, the owner of said car was standing a few metres away, watching me trying to break into his car. I backed away quickly, twittering that it was a hired car and thus the mistake…blah blah blah. He seemed to understand….until he saw me trying to unlock a silver Toyota, parked a space away from my car. At this point I became quite uncertain what my name was, let alone how I managed to make such an arse of myself in such a short period of time.
Perhaps it was the three cocktails I’d consumed in the previous two hours. Perhaps I am just stupid. Either way, the next car I buy will most definitely not be silver, and will have identifying marks such as purple polka dots.