Hurrying to the supermarket on a Sunday morning so she could get home in time to get to church for the 11:00 service, a woman raced up and down the aisles with the absolute conviction that she was forgetting something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what.
Finally, pressed for time, she checked her purchases out, went home, put the groceries away, and headed for church with her husband.
"But I still think I forgot something," she mused to him as they drove along.
The feeling still haunted her through the service, and through the sermon.
The minister wound up his sermon, exhorting his parishioners,
"And so I urge you all to be strong in the face of the temptations of any sin! Amen!"
At that the woman blurted out, "That was it!"
Her husband turned to her. "What?" he asked.
In a much more properly subdued voice she said,
"What I forgot-- cinnamon!"