I am not really sure how you can lose your car in L.A. if you are Paris Hilton, after all, it’s the land of valets and could you imagine her parking her own car? That’s like trying to imagine Mother Teresa giving out lap dances at the Wild Wild Chest.

Yet there she was with Team Firecrotch Captain Brandon Davis, utterly bewildered as to
the whereabouts of her silver Range Rover.

It gets even better, particularly for those of us who are driving around with duct tape holding on the driver side rear view mirror on their dented Toyota Camry.

“This past weekend Paris was leaving her home with her usual entourage, including publicist Elliot Mintz, when she noticed the dome light on her Mercedes SLR was on. Being the concerned car owner that she is, Paris screamed for someone to bring out her the key to her SLR. After losing her patience, and realizing that if you want the job done right you have to do it yourself, Ms. Hilton went to grab the keys herself. Unfortunately the keys she returned with were for her Bentley. Darn European car makers and their similarly designed keys. Lucky for Paris and the SLR, the dome light goes out on its own and the group piles into designated driver Elliott Mintz’s car. “

From TMZ.com

Awesome. That’s all I needed to know so if you’ll excuse me, I have to go get a hose to siphon gas from a stranger’s car in the parking lot of The Piggley-Wiggley.