So I finish work the other night and head out to my car. “That’s funny,” I thought as I approached it, “It’s sitting very low to the ground.”
I have a look at the rear tyres – one of them sometimes loses pressure faster than the others – and give them a bit of a kick, shaking the whole car. They seem fine. Then go to open the boot to put my guitar in and see through the window that it is full of beer – about 20 cases. I did not buy 20 cases of beer.
Then I notice that there are two children on the back seat and a woman in the front. Whoops – this is not my car – it is an identical car parked next to mine. Sorry missus.