Can I Help You?

So, we finished our Saturday morning meeting, and Khol, one of the reps in the office, asked if we could stop by my bank to help him cash his check. Our driver, Josh, didn't have a problem doing so, so he drove toward Wachovia Bank in his Pontiac Sunfire. As we pulled into the parking lot, Josh was about to park in the stall directly in front of the bank only to find that the stalls were handicapped parking. Kohl and I went inside, and as we were at the counter, I saw a Pontiac Sunfire pull into the non-handicap space in front of the bank, thinking that Josh had pulled around to get the closer spot. As Khol and I were walking out of the bank, we were talking about how he needed to open a bank account, and continued to do so as I opened the car door and sat in the front seat. As I did so, I heard a not-young voice ask, "Can I help you?" Out of the corner of my eye, I see gray hair and glasses, neither of which Josh has, and immediately start laughing hysterically. As I climb out of this stranger's car, the man's wife was laughing at me, the ATM line was laughing at me, and Khol, who saw the whole act transpire without wanting to ruin the moment by correcting my actions, was laughing at me. I'm glad that we were all able to laugh at what had happened, and I didn't get maced by the old man.