Breakfast and a show

I'm sure none of you have eeerrrvvvverrrrr done this:

Walking out of the restaurant yesterday, I managed to remember that I had a new car and, feeling very pleased with myself for not looking for the black truck I previously owned, I puffed up my chest at having found my red van right away, as if I had had it along. Car transition success! However, my small victory was short lived as I punched the auto door key.... Once.... Twice..... Click click click and somehow the "beep" wasn't translating into open doors. Now a 23lb baby grows heavy very quickly and my thumb was getting  just as tired as my baby-and baby gear-laden arms. Finally, I abandoned the keyless entry and employed the WWF method - brute force to the door handles - and as I'm building up a good steam of forbidden words in my frustrated brain, I notice that someone has taken the leather and replaced it with cloth seats!

Oops

Suddenly losing all my fight and swapping fury for chagrin, I slink off through the lot, only to find the red van two spots down has both doors, the hatch and the lights on. And leather seats still intact. I'm sure all the breakfasters in the restaurant appreciated the show I had undoubtedly entertained them with over the last 8 and a half minutes. You're welcome! I'll be here all week!

This Mom-brain moment is brought to you by new car owners everywhere. Or at least lie to me and say I'm not the only dim wit out there!