I have an ugly car.
There, I said it. It's true. I have a Honda Civic, and I love it to death. I've had it almost 5 years and it's never given me a single day's trouble. But Lord almighty, it is ugly. It's this godawful color that Honda calls "Inca Pearl" and I call "Electric Dijon". When I bought the car, I got a very nice price - the dealer said that it sat on the lot longer than usual because no one wanted that color. The upside is that the color is so bold and unique that it is very easy to find my car in a giant stadium parking lot. I usually spot it right away, and if I don't I can just follow the hoots and catcalls. "Who the hell would buy a car that looks like that?"
Now, when you have such a uniquely colored car, you tend to notice similar cars. There are very few Hondas in Electric Dijon, but I have noticed over the years that there is a car in my town of the exact same make, model and color. This car is my car's doppelganger. I have seen it driving around, I've seen it parked, and on one glorious occasion I came out of the Rite-Aid to see it parked right next to mine! I considered waiting for the owner to come out so we could tell tales and sing songs of our unique bond, but after about 30 seconds I realized that I would rather be home watching TV.
Which brings me to the point of my post. Today my car's doppelganger showed itself again! I was at Ralphs getting a prescription filled and I came out to find the elusive phantom in gold not far from my own car. Much like the Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot or a banana muffin unsullied by walnuts, this required photographic proof to be believed. Behold! The Twin Ugly Hondas!