Yesterday, in my jet lagged zombie haze, coming out of the drug store, I headed to a car that I thought was mine, I walked right up to the driver’s door, and opened it. Strange. Something strange, I looked inside to find an unfamiliar iPod and ear bubs. This is not my car. I closed the door. Just then, two African-American woman were approaching and said,“how did you do that?” (I had apparently just opened the door exactly the second they pushed the unlock button on their remote key.) “I don’t know! It’s weird, right?” Not thinking, in retrospect, though, I feel like I felt that was going to happen, that something was opening up.

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