The nearest store, Staples, was on the other side of the airport. So, I typed the address into my GPS, and it helpfully gave me directions... Except the map was out of date, and the road it wanted me to turn on wasn't there anymore. So I wound up driving around the airport for 10 minutes, pissing off airport security because I was doing 35 in a 20 zone. I finally managed to find the Staples, and got the stuff I needed. $15 down the hole. Feh.
I started back, and realized I'd need the GPS to find my way back after driving around in circles. So, while driving, I started punching it up. As I approached an intersection where I had to choose between a left or a right turn, it was still calculating. I took a stab at it, and pulled into the right lane. "Turn left". D'OH!!! So it was BACK through the freaking airport again.
Spent another hour and a half putting prints into the plastic sleeves and using a Sharpie to cover the whamadoodles. Some of the censorship wound up looking even more suggestive than the original art! :)
At least there's some good news, the rice maker I brought with me performed flawlessly, producing the best damn brown rice I've ever had.