Dad's wife can't explain how to get to Wal-Mart, so I navigate with the GPS on my phone. Wal-Mart doesn't make the lenses onsite, so I'm just gonna hafta squint at the GPS.
I buy the GPS and go to the Wal-Mart McDonald's for a salad. It tastes like a cigarette. I make the shopping list for staying at Dad's. Laundry detergent, because they always need it. Four towels, because my siblings are coming and there are never enough towels. Dish soap which will double as bath soap as they usually have neither. Oh, and Dad's wife needs a shower curtain liner.
I'm in a Wal-Mart on Highway 64 in Memphis and There Is No God.