This is a reminder of why I like single life
Some wives, though, understand. I have a friend who builds all the furniture in their house. Nice stuff, too. He was at a Woodcraft with the wife; she was milling around passing time while he drooled on things. While he was looking at two lathes side by side, she asked him what he thought of them. "Well, this one will do what I want, but this one is the one I really want". "Then get the one you really want", she said.
When she said that, what I'd politely call a btch confronted her, "did you just tell your husband to buy the more expensive whatever-that's-called?" "Yes, actually I did. If you saw the furniture and kitchen he's made us, you'd understand why and you'd mind your business".
I can only imagine some poor guy with that annoying thing hovering over his every pause in the store.
Personally, it's the boxes from 'Fine Tools' that would cause problems.