Like hot butter on breakfast toast

I told my friend this weekend about my grandma coming to visit the AZ again. We reminisced about that time she was visiting when she got lost driving and couldn't find her way back home. We found her at the grocery store with the Girl Scouts, where after the girls' sales pitch she would ask shoppers if they knew where the Salty household was. Although no one knew, her ingenuity and frantic optimism were an inspiration, and she is no longer allowed to drive.

He said, "Yeah. I'm supposed to take my Nana to church once a month. But she's Mormon! I can't take that shit! Eventually I realized that once in the car, she forgets where we're going. So I take her to McDonald's and buy her an ice cream and talk to her, and then we drive back. It's just-- if she asks what day it is, I tell her Saturday."

Before I realized he was serious, he added, "I'm pretty sure I'm saving her soul."