That's what my Wife calls it... "Hobby Store Time."
It's her way of saying that she knows that I'll be there all night even though I tell her I'll be back in a few minutes because I'm just going to pick up some paint.
She believes that time does not exist as it is commonly known it when I am at the hobby store, it changes to "Hobby time."
The conversation goes something like this...
Me: I'm off to the hobby store.
Me: I'll be back in about 20 minutes.
Her: What time is it now?
Me: Uhh... 7:30 I think.
Her: Ok, see you around 10 then.
Her: I thought you were gone already.
Me: Okay, bye.
She knows that once I get there, I can't just pick up the one thing I went for. I've got to look through the paint rack at all the paints I don't use.
Then I go over to the White Dwarf and look for the new issue even though I know it won't be out for another two weeks.
Then I look at all the cool new models thinking I could build another army and add this model and that model and one of those too.
Then I see someone I know and I stand around and talk shop for a few minutes. Of course there's usually a game going on so I cruise over and take a look at how it's going.
Then I thumb through the magic cards even though I don't play the game.
Then I take a peek in the back room to see if anyone has a big game going on like the Flames of War guys which is another game I know nothing about.
Then I try and find the one thing I went there for in the first place. After that, I swing by the book rack and look The Art of Warhammer for the thousandth time even though I will never buy it.
And after all that I head over to the register and instead of actually paying for my item, I put it on a tab since it only costs $3.29 and I don't have the cash on me.
I love my Wife, it's scary how well she knows me.
But now I need to head out to the hobby store for a few minutes.