Having a car is a dangerous thing. It leads to seemingly innocuous trips to innocent places like Target. The only things on my list? Black socks, new underwear (as opposed to old?), and a mop. I really needed a mop. I haven't been to a Target but twice in the past three years. Dripping wet (forgot my umbrella), visually overwhelmed, I must have looked like I needed assistance as I wondered down the shiny aisles. "Can I help you find something m'am?" M'am? Oh, god I must look a fright; old, wet and dazed with a wobbly cart. Quick, where am I? Electronics...ok, sound hip; "Um, yeah, where are the iPods?" I bought an iPod Nano. I still really need a mop.