This article reminded me of a story my grandmother told me.
My grandmother’s commute to New York City required a Metro-North train from the Green Farms Station in Westport, CT to Grand Central Station. Other than Wednesdays, she took the first morning train which left Green Farms approximately 5:30am.
An early morning benefit was that she always parked in the identical spot that allowed easy getaway to start her drive home.
When her car needed repairs, she’d leave the car unlocked and the keys under the floor mat so her mechanic could retrieve her car – leaving his – make repairs, and return it in time for her afternoon arrival. Mostly it went according to plan but did go awry at least once.
On this occasion, my grandmother arrived at Greens Farms, found her car in its expected spot, and drove home, realizing that the planned-for repair work had not been done. She called the mechanic who told her of other unexpected problems that he decided to complete since he already had the car. My grandmother, confused, told him that her car didn’t have those problems and that the requested work had not, in fact, been done. They continued to talk and quickly realized: the mechanic grabbed the wrong car! Same model, same color, same key location, wrong owner.
And somewhere in the universe is someone telling the story how s/he returned from work one day to find her car magically fixed of all its aches and pains!
