Dad had gall bladder surgery. I came to the hospital after lunch to see how he was doing. My sister texted me to say they were in the waiting room on the second floor so I went to that floor and went wandering around trying to find him. At one point I was standing in an intersection feeling (and looking) completely lost. A fellow pushing a bed asked me if he could help me find anything. I looked at him and then at the bed and I pointed and said "I'm looking for him". He was taking dad from the surgery to his room so I texted everyone the update on his location from the elevator as we made our way to his room.