If there is one place that you don't want to be when some of kind of wacky, peri-menapausal, brain fog sets in it's Walmart. But if you do plan on at least an hour to get the four, yes four, things that your roommate asked you to get. Also plan on being in sweatpants with a stained t-shirt and running smack dab into acquaintances and battling fluorescent lighting and A.D.D. while making small talk.
In the end I left with only the essentials; dog chews, deodorant, cola, water, TP, lotion, cat treats and a flippin' flapper for the toilet. It could have been worse.