minutes.
Hm. You're right. My sister, the Olympic-class shopper, recently guilted us into driving her to the WallyWorld (Supercenter?) in Danville VA. Then we went for a cup of coffee and a drive around the city while she was shopping. We picked her up in two hours, thinking she'd be full of stories about how much fun she had; instead, she said it was the same old junk and even the clerks didn't know where anything was. After she made a trip to a far corner to visit the restroom, trekked back to the opposite corner to look for some plants (which weren't where they were supposed to be, and she never did find them), asked a half-dozen clerks for help or directions or even guesses - it was time for us to pick her up. She swore she would never go back.
themselves into
Well, if you were trying to take the cheerful view of the whole experience, maybe that much walking could be good for you, but breathing a poorly-ventilated mixture of exotic preservatives, chemicals and bugsprays while you do it certainly isn't. I wonder if you could collect samples of 20-year-old air in some of those stores. The fluorescent lighting bothers my eyes, and always makes me think, this is what horror movies would look like if they used light instead of shadow to set the mood.