This nerd probably forgets Grimes birthday and runs out to the department store like one of us plebs. He makes a big deal about how normal a guy he is while he asks the matron of the bedroom vanities dept to wrap whatever horrible racecar bedspread he bought for his bizarre ageplaying gnomelike wife. She says she doesn’t do that but he just slips her a $100 and continues to get the most pathetically wrapped gift ever