So... we're driving back to our RV park in St. Petersburg, Florida, and we need to pick up a few groceries. We decide to go to Walmart, because we have a few non-grocery items to get as well. As Mom thinks about that, she smacks her forehead and says, "Aw, but I left my shopping list at home!"
As I continue driving and trying to shift across 4 lanes of traffic to the turning lane, I say, "You are home, Mom."
"Yeah," she says, "I left it right on the kitchen table."
"Mom," I say, "The kitchen table is right behind your head."
Short pause.
Mom, "Ooooooooh! Of course! Ha ha... Yeah, our house. Is behind us. Yeah... "
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