Dude, Where’s My Car?

Not that I liked the movie “Dude, Where’s My Car?“, or that I would have a car on my own, but this morning I was thinking the same thing. Since, I was quite busy the last few days, weeks, monthes, we decided to rent a car and go shopping (the usual, IKEA, Kista Gallerian, Outlet, LIDL, Willy’s route). I parked the car in the evening somewhere close to our apartment and when I woke up this morning to return it, I did not find it where I parked it. But some idiot had parked a similar car few meters away 90 degrees turned to the road blocking half the street. Some seconds at most have past before I realised that that car was the one I rented the day before. Mmh? I did not start drinking over night, nor do I remember anything strange about last night, except the usual noise from students partying outside our apartment. Luckily, there were no damages to the car, so they must have been gentle to the car while carrying/pushing it around. Note to myself: Return the car before you go to sleep.