Yes I would.
What/where is the European Deli?
I had no idea, but on the spur of the moment I downed tools, put on some decent clothes, and headed out the door.
Two hours later I was back.
Two hours of wasted time, never to be recovered.
I could beat myself about two hours not-spent-on-the-phone, or two hours not-spent-updating-my-utility or whatever.
Instead I dressed up (a bit), got some fresh air in my lungs, spent 2 hours laughing and chatting, brought home some ground beef at a good price, and then got back to work.
In retrospect, I often feel scared when going to a new place; perhaps my colleague wanted some “hand-holding”, and perhaps that was the purpose of the call.
I’ll never know.
But it felt good.