I was talking to my daughter, Tiffany the other day. She mentioned how she took 3 year old, KC to her My Gym class (which KC calls YOUR Gym) and then went to the Jewel supermarket to do some quick grocery shopping. Tiffany is her father's daughter so she always uses reusable bags. When she got home, she realized that she only had two instead of the three bags of groceries she bought.
She returned the following day and went to the Customer Service counter and saw her distinctive Froggy bag on the counter.
"I could tell them exactly what was in it," said Tif. "Besides, they probably saw the bandage on my head and figured I must have had brain trauma. We had a nice laugh over it."
I told Tif not to worry about her slight forgetfulness in her rush to get things done before having to pick KC up from her class. The mishap still doesn't come close to matching the one where a woman forgot her child in the Trader Joes parking lot.
It happened this past spring in Illinois when we were coming back to our car in the parking lot and saw a lone toddler sitting in a shopping cart. We asked where his mommy was and he didn't know. We asked everybody around if they knew who the child belonged to. Somebody said they recognized the child and knew somebody who might have that person's phone number. The call was made and the mother came back in a few minutes. She took her son and barely said anything to us. I imagine she was horribly embarrassed and we did feel sorry for her.
So forgetting a bag of groceries... pfft! Nothing!