Mrs. G asked me to drive her to K-Mart for a couple of lamps.  I agreed to drive her and I got her back home four hours later.  Mrs. G is in her 80s and has eight toes so she moves pretty slowly, although the shopping cart helps. 

 "Leave the cane in the car," she tells me when I pull up to the K-Mart entrance.  "Hop out of the car and grab the cart from that woman.  I'll just lean on that 'til you go park the car."

 It was 11am on a week day.  There weren't many cars in the lot so I thought it would be a short excursion, silly me.

Mrs. G wanted to get dog food "It's on sale for $9.99. It's regularly $15.  Oh, and the lamps.  I need two lamps for the living room."

She picked up the lamps "Oh look, these are just $11."  I caught the lamp in mid air as she tossed it into the cart.  "Here, let me get the second one for you," I offered before he had a chance to break that one with a careless toss into the cart. 

She moved the cart at a snail's pace and stopped to look at every shiny object.  I grew restless and offered to find out where the pet food was located.  I walked nearly every square foot of the store before finding a single employee on the floor, or the pet-food area.  He told me which section held the dog food so I walked there thinking Mrs. G might have found it already.  She hadn't.

 I went back to the area where I left her.  She wasn't there.  I started a quick-paced walk like when a mother loses a child in a store.  That pace wasn't necessary so I slowed down.  I strolled from section to section.  

It was getting warm in the place, so I took off my winter cap and jammed it into my pocket.  I unzipped my jacket as I looked up aisles in search of a gray-haired person dressed in black slowly pushing a shopping cart.  There were dozens of them, all with the same zombie pace, slowly going nowhere just happy to get out of the house. 

Then it dawned on me.  She just wanted to get out of the house.  I stood or strolled around the dog food aisle. Eventually, she showed up.

"I have a coupon for a free meal at IHOP if we buy one meal.  Then we can go to Butara for a few groceries."  I got her back home at 3pm.

When I got home she said that her lamp shades don't fit those lamps.  "Let's go back next week.  I'll get another coupon for our lunch."  

I can see this turning into a weekly event.  I wonder why the other zombies didn't have any drivers with them?  Maybe there's a driver's meet up going on somewhere.