I dropped off all my kids and headed straight to my voting location.
I parked my car, chatted with the local neighbor volunteers, voted, chatted again and returned to my car.
I opened the door, sat in my seat, closed the door, put my keys in the ignition when I noticed a book on the floor. Funny. How did that get there? Then I looked at the passenger seat and saw a stack of items I knew I didn't put in my car. A tingle of fear began to settle in me as fast as I realized,
"OHMIGOSH...I'm in someone else's car!"
I quickly opened the door and jumped out, embarrassed someone would run from the polling office screaming, "That's my car!" And I'd end up in jail for not paying attention.
No one saw. In fact I kinda wished someone played witness to this hilarious scene. But I had a giggle realizing I can't remember where I parked my car but I can tell you the times, activities and everything my three kids ingested into their bodies the past three years.
Ah, the dangers of voting.
If you go out there...be careful.