I accidentally detailed a stranger’s car. The customer had a black Toyota Corolla, and it was gonna get an interior cleaning. And we agreed that we would perform the detail on the top floor, where there’s plenty of rooms. So we get to the building, we text the customer we’ve arrived, but he’s not responding. Naturally, we make our way to the top floor, and sure enough, there is a black Toyota Corolla right there. But I’m thinking to myself, okay, it’s a black Toyota Corolla. It’s on the top floor. There’s no other cars around you. Like, this has to be the one, right? My last method of confirmation was to check if the doors were unlocked. And, of course, I walk up to the vehicle, I check the doors, and they’re unlocked. We started putting things in bags, vacuuming the interior, and then a few minutes later, I get a message from the customer saying, sorry, man, I parked on the third floor. I’m coming up now. And then I just. I just stopped with a Pikachu face on me, and I told Anthony, dude, this is not the customer’s car. Put everything back how it was.