Yesterday the husband and kid went and looked at a few cars. They rock up to used car yard. Spot a car. The husband says to the kid "jump in. Have a look around" then a stranger appears and in his limited English and no teeth starts a convo with the kid. Then she jerries and apologises profusely. The stranger laughs and says "no worries. No worries". Yeah, she made herself home in a strange old man's car.
What he was trying to say was "this my car. This my car".
I know someone who jumped in a stranger's car thinking it was his Uber.
But really, mistaking someone's car for one available for sale is a bit of a compliment, considering all the cars for sale are freshly detailed. You'd never have mistaken my old car for one for sale as it's presentation was generally less than pristine.