Remembering the important things

I like to say “of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.” The other day I ran to a local store, purchased some necessary items, left, and thought everything was OK. When I got home, my daughters started asking where was the lead for their mechanical pencils. I told them to look in bag. They did, then said it wasn’t there. I made them search again. The response was the same. I figured it must have fallen out in the car, so I check on the seat and the floor, to no avail. Then, it dawned it me much more was missing, including a can of starch, which if it were to drop, would probably make a sound I could hear. There were other items I couldn’t find. Air freshners, suction cups, etc. The answer was pretty simple by this time: I left a sack at the store. I returned the next day to inquire about my purchase. I explained to the courtesy clerk my dilemma. She reached for a big box containing about a handful of bags, including one with a pillow. I saw mine at the bottom of the pile. Using my best recall, I began naming off what was contained within. I was quickly reunited with my goods, sack and all. Is there a moral to this tale, you may ask. While I may not remember an all-important appointment, I’ll never forget what I purchase at the store.