Right time, wrong van

I finally did it. I got into the wrong minivan in the parking lot. It was bound to happen, didn’t really matter which parking lot or which van. Shame on that other person for not locking the door. It felt different. It was cleaner. I was well on the way to putting it the ignition key….

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  1. Hi Dave. Love this story. Reminds me of the time an identical Subaru parked next to ours…yep, same thing. Wow, Paris. Tammy and I were in Quebec two months ago and have a creeping desire to learn to speak French.

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