Scott Maclean How I Met Lindsey Sanderson
"Dammit," I muttered under my breath. I'd forgotten to pick up the carrier bag I'd left by the door. No biggie, just some suits and a dress for Lindsey to drop in at the dry cleaners. But still, for me, it wasn't the fact they would now be a day later in being deposited, it was the fact I'd forgotten them completely. And the wrath I'd face when I returned home later. Sighing with frustration at my lack of memory, I checked my watch to see if it was at all possible to get from the bus...