We were resting with friends recently in a bar, I got drunk to the state somewhere around the area "in the hollow". I understand what is needed to go home, I call a taxi, I have a designated car - Mazda, white color, number 217, I go out, and here my car comes in, I open the door, I take my foot into the salon and I see Nissan carpets, I understand that I am sitting in the wrong car, I apologize to the driver, I leave. I walk a few meters, look and think, and what’s going on? ? to Mark a, color that, number that, which hero? And only after 20 seconds comes the realization that in the car can be carpets of any company.

Again I sit in the car, the driver looks at me frankly like a fool, I explain that I was confused by carpets, he laughed and we went))