I don't know if this is old age, but....
Yesterday I went to the big Sainsbury's to do my weekly shop. It is one of the biggest stores in the country with many, many aisles coming off a large central aisle (I'm already making excuses for myself...).
I wanted to look at the display of mini Easter eggs so I 'parked' my trolley to one side. It had a few things in it, and my stash of reusable bags.
After I'd chosen my eggs I grabbed my trolley again and went to the other end of the shop to pick up some juice. Again I 'parked' my trolley to one side and chose a couple of cartons. Went back to my trolley, but of course, it wasn't my trolley at all. It had someone else's shopping in it, and, worse, their handbag.
I stood and gawped while I tried to remember where the hell I'd been when I took this trolley and why I hadn't noticed in all that time, that theses weren't my things.
So I started to push it back down the central aisle, hoping to spot a) someone who looked like they couldn't remember where they'd left their trolley and b) my own trolley.
After a minute or two I saw an elderly gent carrying a pint of milk who, under other circumstances, you'd say looked as though he'd lost his wife. I went up to him and the look of relief on his face was very obvious. I apologised profusely but I think he was just glad to have his things back.
I then had to go and find my own trolley which had ended up in the pharmacy aisle - I don't remember leaving it there, but maybe someone else had done the same thing I had.
Anyway, all was well in the end.