I woke up with a very distinct feeling.

The feeling was that I needed to go upstairs to ask someone something about Steve, but I knew they wouldn’t give me any information because I do not know Steve’s serial number.

And as Steve was dressing, I almost asked him, hey, what’s your serial number?  It’s important for me to know.

Then I remembered that Steve is not a plasma TV, nor is he a new garbage disposal.  Steve is a person and does not have a serial number. Or so he wants us to believe.