A couple months ago when the the Boy and I were doing something we rarely do, shopping. Specifically clothes shopping, we're all over grocery shopping, garden shopping, house shopping, you name it. But clothes, that's something we just don't do together.
Anyway, I was in the dressing room at Anthropologie and he was sitting in what he likes to call the "man chair". Anthropologie is great for that because they usually have some big soft and comfy chairs and couches. Anyway, he sat there playing on his blackberry for awhile and then he looked around and noticed that they have books. At this point he was a bit worried because I had been in the dressing room for awhile and he was contemplating coming in and looking for me or asking a sales girl if I was alright.