Just yesterday I went clothes shopping with my daughter. She drove, and I could tell I was easily distracted then. She asked if I wanted to go home, but I said no since she really needed longer jeans (teenagers!). We were in a changing room and I tried on a skirt. When I took it back off I couldn't find the jeans I wore in. Or at least that is what I thought. There was a pair of rumpled jeans thrown on top of my purse and coat, but I picked them up and did not recognize them at all. I looked over the jeans and the pockets, I would swear I had never seen them before in my life. They were my jeans that I had taken off just three minutes earlier. We went home after that. I can laugh about it now, but I am so thankful my daughter was right there in the changing room with me. I don't know what I would have done if I had been alone.