As I pull into the grocery parking lot, I see a police car in the area I previously parked Nelson’s truck. They stand at the back of his truck with an older couple. I pull in next to them.

As I hop out, I quickly explain with my hands held up, “It was an accident. See? I have the keys. I just took the wrong truck.”

When I join the group behind Nelson’s truck, everyone looks at me.

“You see?” I explain further. “It’s my friend’s new truck. I didn’t want ...