My DH isn't much of a hand holder and he has a bad habit of walking away from me. Before we had cell phones I'd put my hand is his back pocket, grab his belt or the back of his shirt to keep up with him. We were at the state fair one year and it was very crowded. I saw him a couple of steps ahead of me so I took a couple of fast steps and stuck my hand in his back pocket. The man who had my hand in his pocket and his wife turned and gave me a quizzical look. I apologized profusely and explained that I thought he was my husband who always manages to get away from me. They both laughed and I slunk away with a very red face. My DH was a couple of steps behind me and laughing like crazy.