Switcheroo

Taking something in the Blazer, I decide to steal a bean bag chair from neighbor. Dog barks and jumps up. I pet it. Then a woman comes around the corner with a big dog on a leash. I tell her I was picking something up from Don’s house and introduce myself. I make some small talk, when I finally turn to go, the Blazer is gone. I assume I have the keys, so how did it get towed so fast? Someone across the street calls my name. The Blazer is parked in their garage. But it is not the my current dull red and silver blazer, it is the old bright red blazer.