I was at the grocery store with my mom. She was a short distance from me in the same aisle as I went to get a carton of orange juice. I had completely forgotten that I had just walked away from her, and when I encountered a cart near the shelf where the juice was, I, for some reason, thought that it was my mom’s cart. I picked up a frozen dinner that I did not want my mom to get, examined it for a moment, and then set it back down in the cart. The woman whose cart it was saw me do it and looked at me strangely, but didn’t say anything. I then put the orange juice in the cart. My mom came up to me and the woman handed her the orange juice. “You put it in her cart,” my mom said to me. I was horribly embarrassed.