When I was in my mid to late 20s, I drove a Lada.
Not the most fashionable of cars - in fact it was about as fashionable as my mullet - but it got us from A to B, most of the time.
Mine was light brown in colour.
I always knew it was light brown, so when I went to Halfords to buy some paint to cover up some of the scratches and dents, I bought the light brown Lada paint.
Then when I got home and went to apply the paint, my Lada was inexplicably cream, and had always been cream coloured.
The only explanation I have ever been able to come up with is, in that moment I slipped into a parallel universe where everything was the same except the colour of my Lada.
I sometimes wonder how the life of the Kim from the parallel universe I swapped places with, who bought cream paint at Halfords and suddenly found his Lada was brown, has turned out...
