I'm about to leave a restaurant when I see my dad coming in from the parking lot.  I tell my 3 friends to walk in front of me as we leave so I don't have to talk to him.  We walk out together to the car and I see a stroller next to it.  I realize it's mine and I fold it up and stow it in the trunk.

Later...

I'm in a shooting range waiting to get in.  They register the gun I bought and let me take it in.  Once on the range, I realize I have no ammo.  The people behind me take advantage of this and skip ahead of me, saying they'll be done in 10 minutes.  I look at a strange auto-loader and try to figure out how it fits into my pistol.