I hear you. I cringe every time the little crazy woman wants to go shopping. Or wants to go with me on my quick errand, which ends up not being very quick.
Something to be planned and carefully executed; like a raid on an enemy stronghold.
‘Get in and get out’ with as few casualties as possible.
For women, it is more like the harvesting of tomatoes; carefully walking down the rows carefully inspecting each one for the perfect ripeness.
And the harvesting takes as long as it takes because you want just the right tomatoes for your sauce.