Slip at Serramonte

Second week in a row volunteering on a bus trip with M5. Only 5 ladies came along the Serramonte outing. We hit the food court when first arriving. I misunderstood the women I was wheeling. She wanted to actually go up to each food vendor and look at the food. The others were able to make up their mind when just being push by the places and being told the type of cuisine each restaurant offered. She spent quite some time at the one serving Filipino food and ended up ordering there. I think the server got a little annoyed because the patient only wanted 1 chicken kabob but it was mandatory to get two. While eating I sat next to the woman that yelled on me the first time I volunteered with M5. She was a bit easier during this trip...or maybe I didn't notice her complaining because I didn't push her this time. Anyways, after lunch, we went to Target. Either the lady that I had to push around the food court forgave me or forgot about how stupid I was. She wanted pajamas and made nice conversation with me. The volunteer from last week's bus trip was also on this trip. He and his patient were trailing us. I felt bad that he stopped everytime I helped my patient with something. He should have just went helped the women he was pushing find something to buy. I turned around once in a while and asked her if she liked anything. She was the politest one on the trip; She didn't complain or ask for anything. While looking at tshirts, the third volunteer, a high school kid, came and said we needed to go back to the entrance because one of the patients fell. I didn't hear him come at first because I was intently listening to my patient (geez, one of them could have tapped me on my shoulder instead of whispering my name). I explained to my patient that someone had fallen since she was still talking about wearing green on St. Patrick's day. She's so loyal and compassionate to her "neighbors." She immediately inquired if they were hurt. Now, the lady that fell, I knew her sort of well. She's one of those with dementia or some other kind of memory problem. She acts like a child that says the darnest things and questions everything. When we got the front, the A.T., CNA and security guard were all making a fuss. I think the lady looked fine, but they insisted that we go back to the hospital immediately. I went back into Target to pay for my patient's pj pants and helped wheel my patient back to the bus. It took awhile for the patient that feel and another patient to get to the bus because they went shopping! I thought that was unfair to the ones that were sent back to the bus (because they were escorted by the volunteers instead of the staff?). Oh well, at least they got to eat something other than hospital food.