Two weeks ago I bought a novelty popcorn machine for my brother and his wife as a housewarming gift. My bank didn’t bat an eye. Last Wednesday I had lunch with a lady at Olive Garden. My bank assumed my identity had been stolen and called me to confirm the purchase.
So, silly retro popcorn machine = totally me.
Lunch at a restaurant with another person = “We need to give him a call, something’s not right here.”