The Shame Channel

So, if you're a regular reader of my blog, you'll be familiar with the many things I do that make me wonder how I've made it to the age of 30 without setting myself on fire. I'm just not so bright sometimes and my not-so-brightness often leads me into embarrassing situations. Fortunately, the embarrassment tends to be brief. Like tonight. I was going to dinner. My friend picked me up. As we were walking across the parking lot, my friend told me that he'd parked next to me. So I walked over to the truck in the parking space next to my car. My friend was following me and he watched me walk over to the passenger door, but he wasn't opening the truck door for me, which I thought was odd, because he's the kind of fellow who usually opens doors. I pulled the door handle to let myself in, but it was locked, and my friend was still not making any moves to let me into the truck. I stepped back and waited. Which is when he told me that his vehicle was the car parked on the OTHER side of my car. Good thing the truck wasn't unlocked, eh?