I remember back in the 80s—-think it was a Chevy Vega—-my mother and I got into the wrong one in a parking lot after she unlocked it. It’s a little weird realizing the car doesn’t smell quite right and then there’s everyone else’s stuff.

Guess the pins in those old locks were like bits. The ignition has to have all the bits right, but the door only had to match the highest ones.