My first car was a 32 Plymouth 4-door "Box". Nothing spectacular.
Myirst car out of the Army was a two-door Ford Sedan that I took the back seat out of so I could carry more tools. I was an apprentice mason, but I was working for builder run by 3 brothers. I never knew what trade I would be working in come morning. I was interested in all building trades in those days. I bougght tools covering all of the trades so I needed a car with a lot of capacity in the trunk.
Every Friday,(pay day) i went to Norwalk where I cashed my check and put a little in the bank. If I was lucky, I parked in front of the bank (head in parking) right in front of the bankfront door. One day, I was lucky and ran in to the bank and right backout ,I jumped into the Ford that was immediately in front of the door, backed out onto the street and headed for home. As got about 50 feet down the street, I realized it was not my car. The seats were clean! I looked in the back seat area and there were no tools. AND the seat was not missing!
I took the next right turn, continued making another right and ended up at the same parking spot I had just left. There was man looking very puzzled and scratching his head. I parked and jumped out asking the man, "Is this what your are looking for?"
We both had the same color and model and year Ford. My key fit both cars. His key, we discovered, fit only his car. AND,the rear seat was NOT missing in his car. AND there were no tools filling the missing seat in his car. Luckily, he had sense of humor, we both got a good laugh out of the escapade.
Tinker