Avoiding Fred Meyer.
Kinda.
I went there first, again didn't make it any further than the parking lot before panicking, and when I was heading out, I decided to see what would happen if I kept on Capital Blvd. for...well, awhile. Got back on the interstate at, I think, Exit 88.
No point to that, really. I was just fleeing. ;-)
Ended up getting the watch at Target, which was only sort of insane.
We went to Fred Meyer, it wasn't that bad, except the goth kids that looked like they'd used a meat grinder to cut their hair, and the guy who was walking around singing loudly, by himself...