This is how tired I am by Thursday evening...

Do I have a story for you, my faithful blog readers.

I visited my neighbor's church recently and met a community group leader who invited me to come check out his group. So, last Tuesday I met with him to find out more about the church and his group, so I'd know at least one person before showing up. He also offered to pick me up on his way so I didn't have to try to find it on a bus route (very nice, these Seattle people).

So, on Thursday, I am waiting at the place where he said he'd pick me up, near the UW. I'm also on the phone with a friend, so mildly distracted. I should mention that I don't really care or know anything about cars. So even though I had actually been in his car just 2 days before, all I remembered was that it was silver.

At the appointed time, a silver car pulled up, so I walked over. I opened the door. I GOT IN.

And it was someone else.

This guy looked at me like I was crazy, but he didn't say anything. I think he was probably too shocked that a stranger had just walked up and gotten in his car.

So, I said, "Oops, I thought you were someone else," and got out of his car.

I then had to continue standing right in front of this guy's car until my actual ride pulled up, about 5 minutes later.

And that was Thursday.