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Even Google defines 'blonde moment'.

Blonde Moment: a momentary lapse in concentration, resulting in an embarrassing situation

It's a beautiful spring day! The sun is scorching hot today and I don't have to go to work. Washed the car and was greeted by a very cheerful and pleasant neighbour; got a phonecall from a faraway friend which warmed the soul, and finally, finally tidied up my ever-growing collection of shoes and clothes.

Remembered I had to go into the car dealership to seal the deal- to get my side signal lights exchanged for new ones as promised.
"Oh, just come and drive right up to where all the display cars are parked," I remember the 'nice' salesman saying over the phone. Too easy.

It was such a lovely day I didn't even get lost on the way! *pat on the back*

Well I've never been to a car dealership all by myself and even being there can be quite daunting for a little girl (literally) like me even though I wasn't there to negotiate anything. I was greeted by a young, tall white man in a grey striped shirt who looked at me as if I didn't belong there. I was very out of place. The man took my keys and went to get the lights changed. He spoke to me and looked at me as if I was FOB (fresh off the boat). It's ok, because I get lots of looks like that over here.

Five minutes later, the same man walks into the shop, " Here!! All finished now. And the car is over there," he spoke as clearly as he could fearing I wouldn't understand what he meant.

"Oh! That was quick! Thank you," I walked towards my car thinking what a weird guy this was.

Looked at my lights- they were brand new, a fresh change from the mouldy ones on purchase.

Got into the car and checked that everything was still there. Well, you never know what they may have done. Like fit a hidden camera or something.

Put the keys into the ignition and ...it got stuck! The car didn't start. Panic! It escalated with every attempt. (This is typical girl behaviour, I promise!)

Gear in P mode- check!
Hand brakes on- check!
New lights definitely there- check!
Should I get someone to help me as this would be very embarrasing- check...!?
Moments later the same tall white guy came around. "Are you ok there?"

"Err...I can't seem to get my car started!" He smiled and really, this time he had a reason to think of me as FOB.

He put the key into the ignition and the car started straight away.
"Make sure your gear is in P mode, your hand brakes are up all the time, and your foot on this pedal."

"Oh! hahaha! Ok! Thanks so much!Err...."

I was about to say, "Oh! I'm just having a blonde moment, really!"

But as I always double check before words start splurting out- the salesman was blonde. So there goes my excuse and reason for not knowing how to turn on my own car which I have done several million times with no trouble at all.

And I thought she was the blonde one.