Power Tool Panic


Wednesday started out with a rather innocuous request from Grandpa: let's go shopping. No big deal, right? After all, this seemed to be just a continuation of his rather adventurous week, with all the dining out and walks to the park and such.

So we get out to the car, and it occurs to me that I have no idea where we are going. Grandpa tells me he wants to go to Sears. After a few minutes of thought, I recall that Sears is at Ala Moana mall (duh). So I drive there without any trouble (unless you count bicyclists who have no concern for their own lives). I think that we might be there to visit Vivian at the hair place, but Grandpa says that we need to go to the power tools section and get a cordless weedeater. This gets my spidey-senses tingling, so I decide to give Aunty Flo a ring. After leaving a brief message with her receptionist (haha, Karen), I start stalling. We leave the weedeater with the salesman, because Grandpa needs a power drill or screwdriver as well. We do, of course, have at least one of these back at home. Probably has something to do with the fact that it is Aki's drill, and Grandpa doesn't like to use Aki's tools, for some reason.

Now I was in a bit of a pickle. There was no really good reason for us to buy a new weedeater that Grandpa probably couldn't operate (it was heavy) and that Flo would certainly not want. Thinking quickly, I suggested that go see if Setsu was working a shift at the salon. My bit of minor subterfuge paid off, and we put some distance between us and the power tools. Unfortunately, Vivian was not working today, as I found out from the cheerful young guy with the colorful hair. I needed an adjustment to my plan. Flo suggested going to Shirokiya for lunch. Fortunately, this worked! Crisis averted. Well, temporarily, anyway. When we got home, Grandpa had not forgotten about the tools. I kicked the can down the road a bit by putting the money in an envelope.

Hopefully, I can keep this going until Auntie Flo gets back, haha.

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