Not being a homemaker, Sherri didn't have all day on a Monday to run errands. He had his full-time job, plus super-things, plus those random little extras that come with pretending to be a human - like mandatory psychological evaluations where he pretends not to be a space alien having space alien problems, and maybe... a tiny, accidental social life? And, somewhere in there, he has to squeeze in time for science. It doesn't leave a lot of time for things like picking up a suit at the dry cleaner's. Which is what he is doing now, on his lunch break.

He understandably has a lot on his mind, as he briskly walks down the sidewalk with a vintage suit in tow. So it's perfectly understandable that he's not looking where he's going, and thus bumps directly into some lady.

"O-oh. Ah. I-I'm s-sorry, let me help you with that..."