My mistress, she calls.

You know her--she's got two wheels and goes "BRRRMBRRRMBRRRM."

She wants to go visit the Very Large Fruit, and how can a gentleman refuse? While there, I mean to do a little business of my own. But really, this trip is for her, and she demands we leave TODAY. BRRRM.

Can I fetch anything for anyone? Ray's Pizza? The good cannoli? A giant light-up ad from Times Square?