Lent, my brain, and other nonsense

Today, Lent begins. I'm not particularly into Lent, but when it comes around every year I consider making some sort of resolution.

Mr. Fro told me yesterday that he has decided to give up sweets, soda, and he's going to do the meatless Fridays thing. Thus, he suggested pizza for dinner last night so he could have one last sausage fling before the 40 days begin. (We normally have pizza Fridays, so I guess those are going by the wayside, because it's apparently unthinkable for him to eat a meatless pizza.)

I told Mr. Fro that I've already given up alcohol, caffeine, blue cheese, and rare meat for the past 6 months, and because I'm currently forced to avoid most of the other things I like to eat because of heartburn, that I have dispensed myself from Lent this year. He agreed.

In other news. . .

Please tell me how I managed to lose my glove in the grocery store yesterday:

I went in to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription vitamins. I did not pass Go or collect $200. I was wearing both gloves.

After the lady in front of me was finished bitching about how much her prescription eye drops cost (this took a while) it was my turn. I approached the counter. I was wearing both gloves.

The pharmacist retrieved my vitamins, and asked me to sign a little piece of paper. Because the lady in front of me was getting eye drops for some hideous, rampant, nasty eye infection, I was a little ooked out when I considered that I didn't know what pen SHE used to sign her little slip, so I TOOK OFF MY RIGHT GLOVE and fished through my purse for my own pen.

The pharmacist rang up my prescription, I paid, and I turned to go. Then I realized that I didn't have my right glove. It was nowhere to be found.

I looked on the floor, looked all over the counter, checked my pockets, purse, etc. Asked the pharmacist. Looked accusingly at the lady behind me. No glove. It was gone.

I managed to lose a glove while standing completely still in a well-lit area. How?