I was browsing a stack of old 78 records when this cute young gal, about mid-twenties asks one of the clerks if they have any razor straps!!!!!! My knees got weak, head began to swim....eyes lost focus. My spanko "active sonar" is engaged.
You know NOW what to do in that situation. You say "No, but if you come with me, I'll show you where to get one."
Gotta love stories like this.