I was waiting for our driver to pick me up. Every time a car would turn the corner, I'd check to see if it was him. He was already half an hour late.

"No, no, not quite, no, looks similar but no, no, no..."

Ah, mass-manufacturing.

But even then, I could immediately tell they weren't ours. It took far longer to realize how I could tell the difference though.

The position of the antenna, how fast the car turned the corner, which lane it drove in... these were some I came up with, for some I still don't know how.

This annoyed me. Not the fact that I didn't know how; It was:

"I wish I didn't know my car this well. Then at least I'd have hope."

Hope.Crushed.Hope.Crushed.Hope.Crushed... with each passing car. Yeah, I think that's better than waiting knowing everything that passes is wrong.

Then I realized how my line of thought was easy bait for metaphors, and consequently felt sheepish. I'd still prefer the former, if the topic was life and not cars.