This weekend, while shopping in a local toy store, I came across a long line of people waiting for a promised shipment of dolls from Mattel. As I scanned the line, I noticed a friend waiting with all the others. I knew my friend had no daughters or young relatives, so I figured he must like the dolls himself.

“Danny,” I said going up to him, “I didn’t know you were a collector!”

“I’m not,” he replied.

“Oh,” I said, “You’re buying a gift, then.”

“No, not at all,” my friend responded.

“If you don’t mind my asking then, Danny,” I said, “Why are you standing in this line?”

“Oh that,” he answered. “It’s like this,” my friend stated, “I’ve never been able to resist a barbie queue!”