I've never understood why men go to the fabric store. I see them napping in their cars in the parking lot. In one LQS there is an area with chairs, tables, newspapers, and a tv tuned to a sports channel, and there's usually 2 or 3 husbands parked there. Do they just need to get out of the house? My husband has been with me once or twice when I've made an unplanned stop at a quilt shop, and he drove me absolutely nuts.