My sister and her 2 hoodlums have come to town for a visit.
So we took our other hoodlum niece and went to see “Despicable Me” at the movies. I think it just gave them more ideas to become the worst villians in the universe.
Put these three girls together and they’re vile.
On a good day.
We were walking to our car after the movie was over, and I was dragging up the rear of the group, moseying along, window shopping at Bealls. When I got to the car, I climbed in the passenger seat, and pondered where the rest of the group had disappeared to, since I was the last of our party.
I looked out the windshield and saw this man, woman, and boy huddled together staring back at me.
I glanced around the vehicle and noticed unfamiliar cups in the cupholders, unfamiliar bags on the floorboards, unfamiliar everything.
And in one gazillionith of a millisecond, I realized I was sitting in the wrong black Tahoe.
I saved the owners the humiliation of throwing me out of their car with my lightning quick ninja skills of bailing out and running away.
Three vehicles down, my sister and nieces sat in the “real” car, waiting.
“Where have you been?” my sister asked after I climbed in panting.
“Sitting in the wrong car!”
Boy, did we have a good laugh at my expense.