So here I am, just getting out of work, walking to my car, and I’m running on auto pilot. I go to unlock my car, and it doesn’t open right away. I try again, jiggle the handle….nothing. As I try again, I look in the back. There are things back there that I don’t remember being there. Then I realize, “I’M TRYING TO OPEN SOMEONE ELSES CAR. ABORT. ABORT.” As I turn around to get to my car, guess who I see.. the owner of the car; a 40-something-year-old, blonde, white woman who is obviously terrified that there is a young black man trying to break into her car. I stammer to try to explain what’s really going on, but I don’t think she bought it, because she gave me “likely excuse, you hoodlum” look…. I should have robbed her.