I love it that she reported herself.
I parked right outside a store and when I came out, I went straight to my van and tried to open the driver side.
As I am trying to open the door, I am looking thru the window. Who put all that crap in my front seat? And why? Duh! The lights go on and I realize it is the wrong red van. Mine is two spaces over. The one with no crap in the front seat, thank goodness.
Love the story about getting in the car with a sleeping husband, just not hers. That would scare you both silly.