My husband used to pick me up at the train station. One winter's day it was already dark and I rambled off the train in true oblivious commuter's mode. I thought it was odd the my husband was parked further down the street than usual but I didn't think about it much. As was my habit, I climbed into the car, leaned over to give him a smooch and shouted - you're NOT my husband

Not missing a beat, he grinned and said - you're NOT my wife

I was wondering what the heck were you doing in my car and what did you do with my husband??? I sat there a minute when finally he said, I think you got into the wrong car. Oh Duh

- if he had not said something I probably would still be sitting there waiting for him to magically change.
Turns out we both had the same black 10th anniversary edition Toyota Celica. I got out of the car grinning just as my husband pulled up (he was running late) in his usual parking spot. After that I made EXTRA sure I was getting into the right car.
But yours is a very cute story Moobunny