Lock me up, already

How bad is it when you buy three bags of groceries, and unload only two? Then have the gumption to call the store and ask them if you've left it in their store in the bright blue recycled bag. Normally, I'm too painfully shy to even think this way. Then the worse part is when Steve comes walking in with it an hour later finding it on the garage floor after I had looked out there three times. Does Ann Taylor make a nice little straight jacket, perhaps in olive green to bring out my eyes? Oh, yes, and the ice cream may be a little soupy tonight.