An unnamed correspondent sent me the following instant-messaging conversation.

Sac_Chick: i called the old sac vistiors center
    to ask about that store
river_city_dude: was i right?
Sac_Chick: i said i'm looking for a store there that
    sells russian dolls
Sac_Chick: and she's like what?
Sac_Chick: what?
Sac_Chick: it sells what?

Sac_Chick: and what do they have
Sac_Chick: so i look it up and it's called
    the russian collection
river_city_dude: ha!
river_city_dude: i was so close
Sac_Chick: and they were so helpful
Sac_Chick: what an idiot
river_city_dude: that's hilarious
Sac_Chick: she's like what are they?
Sac_Chick: she was like do you mean the spirit of sacramento,
    the boat?
river_city_dude: yes you frickin numbskull, by russian dolls
    i meant a boat
Sac_Chick: finally i just said nevermind and hung up
Sac_Chick: the place is called the russian collection
Sac_Chick: so you'd think she would think russian...
     russian dolls
river_city_dude: the only store with russian in the title
Sac_Chick: plus they're in the window
Sac_Chick: and it's like one of the only stores that's
    been there forever
river_city_dude: oh, you mean like the boat?
river_city_dude: so funny