I got my wife to come for a drive with me today to get a coffee from the local BP Station. They make awesome coffees, and I deserved one today. Anyway, she goes in to get my coffee while I wait outside the front door, engine running to keep the car cool. Meanwhile another car pulls up on the other side of the front entry at the Station.....so we're about 15 feet apart....and either side of the front door to the shop. That guy's wife gets out to get some coffee's also. A couple of minutes later, my wife emerges with my coffee in hand.
So I'm watching my darling wife walk out the shop front door....and to the other car - same colour silver and almost the same shape (it was an SS Commodore, ours is an XR6 Falcon) - easy mistake. But she is looking (so she claims) at the coffee to make sure it's the right one....and goes to get inside the other car. By this time, I'm knocking on my window to attract her attention....to no avail. She's nearly inside the car, and then realises that the driver looks different. She gets out, looks around, then realises the knocking noise was me.
The guy in the other car looks at me chuckling...so was I, and my wife walks over to my window...hands me the coffee, then gets inside the car. The other guy is absolutely pissing himself laughing now....so I just called out to him..."Wrong glasses"
Damn...I wish I had called out she should go to Specsavers.
Turns out she does go to Specsavers a couple of times a year....I think a refund is in order.
Here's a pic of my wife's car - (photo credit New Zealand Police).....

SS Commodore....

easy mistake...
So I'm watching my darling wife walk out the shop front door....and to the other car - same colour silver and almost the same shape (it was an SS Commodore, ours is an XR6 Falcon) - easy mistake. But she is looking (so she claims) at the coffee to make sure it's the right one....and goes to get inside the other car. By this time, I'm knocking on my window to attract her attention....to no avail. She's nearly inside the car, and then realises that the driver looks different. She gets out, looks around, then realises the knocking noise was me.
The guy in the other car looks at me chuckling...so was I, and my wife walks over to my window...hands me the coffee, then gets inside the car. The other guy is absolutely pissing himself laughing now....so I just called out to him..."Wrong glasses"
Damn...I wish I had called out she should go to Specsavers.
Turns out she does go to Specsavers a couple of times a year....I think a refund is in order.
Here's a pic of my wife's car - (photo credit New Zealand Police).....

SS Commodore....

easy mistake...

(sorry no kiwi flag to wave -- I'd bring that up to Joey Roger << wink >>)














