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Riley walked to her car in the Target parking lot. She reached into her pocket, her fingers fumbling around for her keys.
Holding her heavy bags in one hand, she pressed the unlock button on her remote and waited for the car to unlock.
She pressed the button again.
“Stupid remote. Needs new batteries. I new I forgot something.”
Riley placed her key into the keyhole and tried to turn, but the key felt stuck.
“Really, ” she said, frustrated at this whole day. First, she’d forgotten her phone at home. Second, she’d hit a pothole and spilled her hot coffee all over her lap. Now, she wasn’t able to get into her car. She couldn’t even get home to nap the rest of this awful day away.
She tried turning the key again. Still nothing.
“Alright, you piece of crap.” Riley yanked the key out of the keyhole and kicked the front tire.
“Excuse me, but why did you just kick my car?”
Riley turned quickly to find a tall man standing at the trunk of the car.
“I think I know my car,” she said, leaning against the closed door.
“Really?” The man took a step forward. “Then explain why your key doesn’t work.”
Riley gave a sideways glance at the car. She put her key back into the keyhole and tried turning it again. Nothing. She turned to face the man.
“Look,” she said, “I’m having a really bad day. My car is just the icing on the cake, but this really is my car.”
“Uh, huh,” the man said pulling out the remote attached to his keys. He pressed the button and sure enough, the car unlocked.
Riley’s eyes widened. “I am so sorry! I really thought this was my car.” Her face burned with embarrassment.
She backed away from the car as the man got in and drove away. With his car gone, she could see her car a few cars down next to the cart corral she’d just now remembered parking next to. “What a day.”