He looked a little confused, and then he said, very nicely, "Who are you?" I gave him my name, but he still looked a little standoffish, and then I noticed that he was a little too well-dressed to have been working in an autobody shop only a few minutes before.
YES, it was the wrong truck. And for the record, from the staffroom window a white Tacoma looks just like a white Sierra. At least to me.