Going to the hardware store with my father is an age-old tradition. When I was a kid, we would frequent Canadian Tire then tour Home Hardware before scouring a few paint shops en route to a home that seemed always under refurbishment - and still does. I used to collect the colour strips in the paint aisle, spending the drive home carefully selecting my favourite - usually on the basis of the colour's name rather than its hue. Always favoured colours that had the word 'sea' in them, or that somehow reminded me of the beach.
Rona didn't stock cherry oak, or even a flat metal strip that might have served whatever purpose the latest 'Reno'vations called for. A good enough reason to spend the afternoon on another epic hardware-store-crawl...
(Some things never change.)