Simon got a taxi straight to the dealership on Thursday to pickup the car as it had been in having the front seats fixed and the battery checked while he was in Stockholm.
The lady from service wandered over and gave the update on what had been done, ending by saying and here are your keys. They weren’t our keys so Simon stated that to be met with a look of disbelief. So, she tried again, to be met with the same response, so she acted to prove they keys were indeed our by pressing the open locks button. Sure enough a set of lights on a vehicle came on and she then stated, “there, that is your car isn’t it?” When Simon looked over there was a car there with it’s lights on, but it wasn’t our car BUT it was wearing our number plate. It took a few seconds to dawn on Simon that it was the car that we had traded in for the new car (Penny) and at which point laughter ensued with the poor lady deeply embarrassed.
Once we determined that the work had been conducted on the right vehicle, the correct keys were located, the red face continued to show and Simon got on his way.
Don’t expect that happens very often…..