Remember that girl. . .

you saw, who unlocked her car, got in on the passenger side. Who paused for 10 seconds before realizing the steering wheel wasn't missing, it was just on the other side of the car, where it has rightfully belonged since she learned about an automobile at 5 years old?

So maybe I stayed in the passenger side until all the people who saw me get in, dispersed in different directions before I timidly opened the door to ninja my way back to sanity and the right seat.

That was a first. Hopefully a last.