Something similar happened to me, except I didn’t threaten anybody. I got in the car to take some curry to a friend. I drove a couple of miles and reached for something I kept between the seats and I realized that the car wasn’t mine. Mine was an old brown ’77 corolla with a dent in the back. Who knew that there could be one that looked identical or that my key would actually work? I wish I could have seen the look on the owners face when they got into their car that suddenly smelled of curry