What do you call a grocery list that vanishes the moment you park at the store?

I pulled into the parking spot, reached for my purse, and the list I'd spent twenty minutes writing had simply evaporated. Checked the console, the seat, under the mat—nothing.

Walked every aisle like a contestant on a game show, grabbing what looked familiar.

Punchline

Came home with three jars of pickles and no milk. Again.

At least we're prepared for a pickle emergency.