It hasn’t happened to me recently, but I remember times before our kids were born when my wife and I went to the mall together for some reason or other. Maybe to pick out a microwave or something. Christmas shopping for nieces and nephews. Anyway, at some point we’d end up in the Women’s Apparel section, or near enough that she’d remember she needed something, or discovered an interesting sale, and so we’d duck over there for “just a quick minute” to try on “just a couple of things.”
And an hour or two later, we’d be done. I made every effort to avoid audibly complaining, since it really only happened five or six times in the ten years we’ve been married.