Wrong-way Driver

As I struggled to start the gray Plymouth Voyager, I noticed a lady glaring at me through the driver’s side window. I realized only then that I was in the wrong car. I got out of the minivan and apologized profusely, explaining that my vehicle was identical. I prayed she didn’t recognize me as the new school superintendent. As I walked away, I recalled that my wife had the Voyager. I had taken our green Volkswagen bug. The lady continued to stare at me as I got in and drove away. —Bob Fontaine Eagle, Idaho