Contemplating the rain pouring down the windows I mentioned that I'd be soaked before I got half way to the supermarket, so Hubby volunteered to go on his own. This is not something he does as a rule, grocery shopping is one of the things that is usually done whilst he's at work or only under very close supervision.
By the time I'd written a detailed list, explained why I wanted that particular brand or size and explained where everything is, I could have been there and back, have everything put away and be sat with my feet up and a nice coffee.
When he did eventually return, he had dozens of things I didn't ask for as well apparently assuming that someone who does this twice a week can't possibly know better than he does on such topics as how much milk we get through ...
I know he genuinely wanted to help, but if I didn't know him better I'd swear it was a ploy to ensure he's never sent to the supermarket again!