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Oh man, so last Thursday Mom and I went to visit my grandpa and and go pick up fresh milk from a town close by. It was a lovely clear night and on our way home we saw an old woman who had a large binder and appeared to be hitchhiking. We turned around and asked her where she was trying to go. The place she was getting to was on our way home so we gave her a lift,the whole way there Mom kept thinking of all the CSI/Criminal Minds shows that she has watched and kept glancing back to make sure the woman did not have a knife and I kept thinking that if we let her be quiet for too long she would become a vanishing hitchhiker. However the real problem surfaced when she said that her name was Ursula Walters, she lived on New Road with her parents and asked if we knew where Aldrich's Dairy was multiple times. When we finally got to Aldrich's Dairy she said that we had to turn left. The first place you can turn left is down Main Street, which takes you into town and is no where near New Road. We gathered that she had dementia so we took her to the village police department where they asked her a few questions about who she was and what she was trying to do. they radioed in and got in touch with the state department so Ursula went in to stay with them until she could be picked up and brought back to where she needed to be and Mom and I went home.