My husband's famous words are "Get it, let's go". Everything I look at, he says that about it. He wants out of there fast. He doesn't like fabric stores except the one that has an antique store attached to it and a coffee shop inside. It's total punishment for him to have to go in a quilt shop with me. After he's sat in the car for so long talking on his phone, he'll come in to see if I'm ready, and he's "oh so sweet" and asks if I have everything and if I need to look around anymore, but I know he really wants me out of there. He's so funny. I'm the same way when he goes to the used tool shop. Oh no!!! I lay across the backseat of the car and close my eyes while he's in there. After so long, I go in and whisper, "please come out now" to him. So, we both feel the same way about our other's vices. And it's fine with me. If my husband was really into fabric and wanting to buy some, I'd feel like he was stepping on my toes. I'd be afraid he'd take over my sewing room. It's my sewing room. He has his shop. I like to keep them separate.