Ma’s plan reminds me of some old guidebooks I read, from 100 years ago when life was simpler
(And NO, thank you very much… I did NOT buy them new.)
Follow the broken picket fence about half a mile, and turn left at the road by the old apple tree…. drive past Bryson’s pasture with two mules in it….
And you’ll see the pebble driveway with the pink rose bushes.
It never occurred to anyone back then that one day the fence might be mended or the tree chopped down to put an apartment building there.
Same way Ma assumes the same cars will be next to hers after 5 hours of trying on shoes and eating Cinnabons.