Men seem to occasionally lose themselves and go into a state of rapture when they open the refrigerator door. Often the item they were in pursuit of seems to be unavailable. They will scan the shelves and move a few things around until they emit the inevitable call for help as I often do. “Donna I can’t find the sour cream, did we use it up?” She responds, “Look on the second shelf, right side.” I look and it is not in sight.