Actually, one big store stateside had a row of "dumb husband" wing chairs... with a big screen TV showing the game of the day, and ... (wait for it) ... a beer fridge with a sign that said "please help yourself - one only please."

I sat with a bunch of guys I didn't know, watched a game I didn't care about, and spent a lot of time while our wives shopped. Every few minutes, one of them would show up and get five opinions for the price of one. We sold each other's ladies a bunch of stuff and enjoyed going broke together.