The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
So I have a bit of an embarassing story to tell. Yesterday I went into Target. After going through the checkout, I walked back to my car, clicking the "remote entry" as I approached. I reached the driver side door, and grabbed the latch to open it...and nothing happened. Confused, I clicked the remote entry again, and re-tried the latch. Nothing. Trying to shake off a "twilight zone" feeling, I glanced into the car and saw stuff that, well...wasn't mine in the front seat. Finally I looked around and saw my car parked in the same exact spot one row over. What are the chances of two gun-metal grey mustangs being in the same parking lot, at the same time...let alone parking in the same spot one row apart? Lol. Doh!
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