Last Thursday the stove had died and I needed milk, bread and Pan Dulce. I decided to go with Instacart. I ordered. I kept an eye on the tablet, time and my old phone. It was acting up. I had resisted upgrading so much I lost count. As the estimated time of arrival approached I headed outside. I planned to text the delivery person on the tablet and inform them I was available to give directions if needed. Then the old phone rang with a 650 area code. It was a sweet gentle voiced woman,. Her name was VIVIANE and she was lost. She was not a local. I asked her to punch in her current location with the destination a local supermarket. I would guide her in from there. She would call me back. VIVIANE called back. I began to lead her my way. She went one road over. Sometimes vandals take down our road signs down. She arrived and handed over the grocery items. I thanked her and told her to be careful because people drive like nuts here. I headed f...