Recently I stopped by a local bakery to pick up a prize basket for my great-nephews’ school auction. When I came back out, I tried to open the door of the wrong car.
This is kinda-sorta understandable given how many Subarus wheel around Anchorage on a given day. But it’s also pretty humiliating. The woman sitting in the vehicle said, “Nope, not this one” and smiled as though she’d done this herself.
Still awkward.
A former editor of mine who now works at Insurance.com just sent a release called “Biggest driving embarrassments.” Reading the statistics made me feel less alone.
No less dumb, mind you. It’s just that now I know I’m not the only one.








