My husband is the service manager at an auto dealership. They did some work on a dealership (office) employee's car. At the end of the day, she came back into the service department and said "Guys, this isn't my car." They double checked the numbers on the service tags. They matched. He told her it was her car. She said "No, it looks just like my car, but it's not my car." He walked out and asked "Rita, is this was your sweater and book on the backseat?" She said "Yes, someone must have put them in this car, but this is not my car." He asked "How do you know this is not your car?" She said "Because the seat is in the wrong place." He drove the car around the back of the building, moved the seat forward, and brought it back to her. He asked "Is this one your car?" She got in, said "Yes, this is it. Thank you."