As Andrew headed out into the parking lot, his eyes spied an oversized Chevrolet pickup, the exact model he had always wanted.
"Must be mine," he thought.
As he slid into the driver's seat, without thinking, his hand darted to the ignition, inserted the key, and turned it, as if he had gotten quite used to driving it. Before he even recognized what was happening, he had backed out of his space and was on his way home.
On the road, more than once, a car would honk at him. Each time, Andrew thought, "I wonder who that is? I don't have any friends that know how to drive." Once though, an 18-year-old boy in a Jeep called to him, "Don't forget practice tonight Andrew!"
"Who's he?" Andrew thought, "Must be on the wrestling team."
Later that night, about 9:00, Andrew's mother called up to him in a rather preturbed voice. "ANDREW!"
As Andrew hurried down the stairs, his mother yelled, "Andrew, I just got a phone call. It was from your boss. You skipped work today, didn't you?!?!"
"Oh, I must have a job as well," Andrew thought, "Oh great..."