October 30th, 2001, while living in South Florida with my contractor husband ,we were shopping at the local Winn Dixie. This grocery store is a cross between Tops Market and Price Chopper here in New York. I held tight to my grocery list (my husband is constantly distracted by things not on the list and other people). I just wanted to shop and go home. We headed towards the check out and while standing in line, my husband announced to me, " Why don't we give her a ride home