I walked down to the garage under the hotel, to get something from the car.
There was the rental car in the spot I left it.
Pressed the trunk button… Nothing. WTF?
POS rental garbage, !@#$* key thing picks now to die.
Key in door. Doesn’t work. WTF?!?!
Grey Chevy Impalla? Check.
Same parking spot? Check.
License plate? Oops. It’s not the number that’s on the key chain.
World spins in place, PARANOIA FLASH: OMG, “THEY” SWAPPED MY CAR!
Spin around look for the cameras. Nothing. Deep breath. Calm down.
Head back to the elevator. Wait, what’s that? More parking spaces on the other side of the elevator?
Oh. There’s my car in its spot. Trunk opens. Key works.
Two identical Grey Chevy Impalas, from the same rental company in the same spot on opposite sides of the elevator.
It’s like that “Mirror Earth” Twilight Zone episode.
I’m still a little freaked out.