One morning, I decided to go shopping in a big mall in the next city. It was well worth the drive. Hours later, I smiled as I walked out of the grocery store with a full cart. I had found everything on my list and more. Good bargains, too. The next day, I would be hosting a nice dinner for friends who had just returned from wintering in Florida. We had a lot of catching up to do and I was looking forward to spending time with them. I rolled my heavy cart up to my car, took the key fob from my purse, and pushed the "unlock" button. Nothing happened. I tried again. No click. I figured the fob was old and maybe the battery had died. Did fobs even have batteries? I retrieved my second fob from my purse and tried that one, unsuccessfully. Scenarios ran through my head. Do I call a locksmith? Do I call my car dealership? I'm going to lose precious shopping time. Sweat starts forming at the nape of my neck. My mind starts racing: even if a locksmith unlocks my car, will I be able to lock and unlock it again later? My car is full of goodies! If I hire a tow trick to take my car to Chevy, will they have a courtesy car available? Maybe I'll have to rent a car and transfer my purchases. Or should I take a cab? Or call a friend? I looked inside my car and spotted a bottle of hand soap in the cup holder instead of my blue water bottle, which meant... it's not my car. I looked down the aisle. There were three empty spaces and in the fourth spot is my silver Equinox! I'm standing beside my car's twin, parked in the same row, in the same big parking lot, on the same morning! What are the chances? Relieved, I carried on and the rest of my day went by without a hitch. Now, a small, cute, brown teddy bear with a bright red sweater hangs from my rear view mirror so I can find my Equinox easily. I will not be fooled twice! Nicole Foucault Gold River, BC