Realizing something not good has happened

Before leaving Bardstown, Linda and I stopped again for gasoline. I went to the pump and reached for my bank card. Unfortunately, it wasn't in my wallet. I quickly retraced our steps in my mind and the last time I remembered using the card was at Veedersburg; remember Jim and his bride? Evidently, they were distracting enough that I forgot to pick up my card. Doh! I spoke with my bank and learned that, yes, the last transaction had been my withdrawal of cash at Veedersburg. I cancelled my card and we were good to go.