I had a simple mission: paper towel. Not truffle oil. Not an obscure electrical fitting. Paper towel.
I checked the toilet-paper aisle. Nothing. I checked cleaning. Nothing obvious. I consulted an AI, which confidently sent me back to the toilet-paper section before later admitting it had no idea where Beenleigh Coles actually keeps paper towel.
I called the store. It rang out.
Then, in a final act of supermarket archaeology, I found a single roll randomly dumped near the wipes and surface cleaner. No shelf label. No logical category. Just one lonely roll, like it had escaped from its natural habitat.
Mission accomplished. Thirty minutes later.