Wife: I have to go run errands, want to come?
Me: OK
*get in car*
Wife: Where do you want to go first?
Me: FFFFFFfffffff....
I, love going to the grocery store. We have a list, yet, we end up going from produce to the meat department at least twice (opposite ends of the store, naturally).
I've gotten to the point I ask (a couple times) "Is that all for produce?"
It's not that I'm lazy, the extra walking is fine with me, it's the extended stay in a store with other fucking people that I'd rather limit my exposure to.
Maybe your significant others just like being seen out with their studly man candy.
Get that weak shit off my track