This is a genuine “you have to be sh*tting me” story. Last night my neighborhood held its annual block party. It ended rather early, so our close friends and neighbors, the “As” said “let’s go get ice cream.” So my wife and I piled into their car, and off we went to Weeny World. We parked in the WW lot and walked to the order window, got our treats and sat down on their outdoor benches to consume our dairy products. We sat there among the other ice cream eaters (approximately 25) and after 15 minutes headed towards our ride home. We reached the lot, approximately 50 feet away and in full view from the eating area, and Mr. A said “Where’s my car?!!” His white Jeep Grand Cherokee was clearly missing. I asked A if he had left his keys in his car, and he replied that if fact he had left them on the console. A knows everybody in town, and our first thought was somebody is playing a prank and moved his Jeep. After searching all sides of the building, we determined this was not a prank, and I said “Call 911!” While awaiting the police, I, in my best detective persona, asked the other 25 WW patrons if they had seen any suspicious characters in the lot. Well, they hadn’t, but it caused quite a stir, and now the entire place was buzzing about “the great New Castle crime of 2019.” We also alerted the Weeny World staff of the theft. While awaiting our local law enforcement to arrive, we ambled around in disbelief making comments like “Who would have the gonads to steal ‘our’ car 50 feet from us and in full view?!!” While awaiting the police, Weeny World got a phone call from someone asking if A was there. WTF? The caller left the message he had A’s car and was in route to return it. In the meantime, the police showed up. Apparently, a young man had borrowed his mom’s white Ford SUV and upon leaving WW, got in the wrong white SUV and drove back to his mom’s house. Upon arriving at his mom’s, she said “Where’s my car, and whose car is this?” After cleaning out his freshly soiled jeans, he looked in the glovebox, found A’s name on the registration, and called WW to confess his sins and vowed restitution by returning the stolen merchandise. Another 10 minutes and A’s car comes rolling into the WW lot with a very red-faced young man behind the wheel. He profusely apologized to A, and then tells the policeman that it was simply a case of mistaken automobile identity. Sure enough, his white Ford SUV was still sitting next to our former parking place. He had gotten into the wrong car with his keys, and since A’s keys were also in the car, the ignition button started the vehicle. While the perpetrator was explaining the situation to the law and the violated Mr. A, I came up and asked the young thief if A’s Jeep would really go 150mph. Nobody laughed but me. Anyway, no harm, no foul. Afterwards, we all had a good laugh and a good story to tell. I asked A on the way home, if he had been more worried about his car or his golf clubs in the back. You know his answer.