My wife detests shopping unless it's a tack shop, so I have it pretty easy. Not so some of the guys I work with.
One of them had a broken leg years ago, and his wife had dragged him out while he was still using a cane to get around. On the way back to the car, he was behind her and started screwing up his face, hopping on one foot and dragging the other, and generally acting like he was a few pickles short of a barrel.
His wife noticed the odd looks they were getting and turned to speak to Rick about it. Anticipating this would happen, he was back to normal by the time she looked at him and said, "Hmmph, you'd think they'd never seen a man with a cane before, honey.."
Another one of the loons I work with had gone to a Sears Bargain Basement and watched and waited while his wife tried on clothes and browsed in general. Finally fed up, he wandered into the ladies lingerie section, pulled a woman's bra over his shirt, and was pulling underwear over his head while moaning loudly and saying, "Mommy, can't we go home now.." Needless to say, they weren't in the store for long after that. Ward doesn't go shopping with the wife much since then, according to him.
Both true stories.
Sean