My brother called me a few days ago and told me that he needed to run to the store, and he was wondering if I would want to go along. I asked him what he needed to get there, and he told me that he actually needed to go and pick up some medicine for his wife’s reoccuring yeast infection. I told him that I would go along with him as long as we could stop at a few other places. I had been needing to run some errands, and it seemed like a good time to do them all. He agreed with me.
