I had suddenly entered into a parking lot in a purple Porsche Cayenne.  Basically there was some confusion regarding the spacing and ability to maneuver in the lot.  I believe I found a spot but I considered it only as temporary, I think because it was behind another car, or someone might easily park right behind me might block me when trying to leave.  So I decided to move to some other spot, but then was unable to get out.  While this was happening, I was suddenly on the phone with a lady who I didn’t know, but she had some kind of oversight knowledge about the situation. I described the situation to her, she acknowledged the issue, then said it was the blue Charger, i.e. a Dodge Charger which was the lynch-pin of this issue. Something about where or how it was parked was causing all of this grid-lock.  So I was out of my car on foot, then tried to briefly search for the blue Charger to see if I could locate it and perhaps find the owner. As I did that, other people showed up who also had parked and couldn’t leave.  So they all simultaneously began expressing the same “It’s the blue Charger”, “Who’s driving the blue Charger” etc.  I guess all these folks were dealing with the same issue; we had a common problem.  So then I found a midnight blue Charger which had an elder-ish, maybe mid 60’s lady behind the wheel. It seemed like this could be a potential candidate, but she had her window down and said something herself about a blue Charger, so it served to essentially eliminate her as the candidate because the blue we were looking for was more of that electric blue, sapphire blue, etc. She expressed relief to learn she wasn’t the one causing the problem. 

So I headed back to where I had parked originally, then noticed that I had parked behind another car, which meant I’d have to move in order for them to get out. I didn’t want the burden of dealing with that or guilt of ignoring it, even if it was a ‘legal’ spot in the garage.  Then I climbed into the driver’s seat, like I just jumped in almost literally. Then I stepped out, looked toward the rear and realized that the gap to the next car to the left was incredibly close, like only a couple inches apart.  I was a bit confused because of the ease with which I had gotten into the car, in contrast to the challenge of getting out — it wasn’t even wide enough for one leg at the bumper height.  So then I turned around again, faced the front, and looked into the backseat area.  I saw a 40-something woman with a cat.  This was confusing; at first she began apologizing about having an animal in the car — I kind of cringed at the thought of claws in the leather — but then she realized I wasn’t the person she was riding with, who presumably was the owner of the car she got into. So there was a moment where I was like “I think you’re in the wrong car” and she also said “No, I think YOU’RE in the wrong car” etc.  So I looked around for some context clues to help settle the confusion.  I scooted to the right. She suggested that maybe my car was 1 over to the right of this one.  Then I noticed that the leather interior looked very familiar, so I had a brief ah-hah moment and suggested to the lady that the two interiors were nearly identical. I pointed out the black piping, trim, and color were almost identical.  So then the car to the right also had its rear door open so its interior could be seen.  Indeed, the shape, piping, trim of the seats was nearly identical, the only difference was the shade of the color.  The one I guess I had mistakenly gotten into was more pure orange and the car I believe was the right one was more beige.

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