After I've picked out the bolts, nuts, and washers at the hardware store, I hunt for a pen to write the item number on the little paper bag so the cashier doesn't have to look it up to know what to charge me.
Katie appears at the head of the aisle, an ironic look of surprise on her face. "A man is being left alone in a hardware store?" she exclaims.
"I've never had to look for a pen, or write down a number myself in this aisle in my entire life before some dude swooped down on me," she adds ruefully.