One time, in the dim and distant past, I drove down to the Spar for a loaf or something, and walked back. When I got home, I immediately noticed that the car was missing.
First thought was that it had been stolen. I ran into the house to tell the missus, whose (who's?) reply was "you drove it to the shops, you donkey, and where's the milk you went for?"
Over the years my memory has let me down many times, my work colleagues just think it's funny and sometimes a pain, and the missus worries about me a bit.
I'm hoping there may be others here with similar stories, so I can go "look, it's not just me".
Help!