(borrowed this from here)

Doing the groceries with my mom was always fun, not only was I able to plan meals with her, I was also able to observe how much stuff she gets for the house every 2 weeks. Of course at some point, I had to gather some of my toiletries myself, when she would stop at the meat section, but once I got back she’d be gone. People always said mom walked really slow but I turn my back for one minute and she’s gone.

Of course after years and years of losing my mom in the grocery store I already had a strategy…walk through the center and look left and right, that way all aisles are covered. I found her easily but it was hard to chase her down the aisle…to this very day I still don’t know how she seemed so slow but really fast at the same time.