true story
Okay, this is a borderline "too much information" story, but if you can't deal with hearing about me buying tampons, go ahead and click -->next blog!
Disclaimer, done. Now here's what happened. I have a really bad chest cold, so my Hon offered to take me down to Walgreens to puruse the thousands of cold meds and find one to fit my symptoms. While we were there, we figured we'd load up on some tampons because it never hurts to stalk up on them while you have a chance. Tampons are not like toilet paper. When you run out of them, you can't just find some substitute like paper towels, laying around the house.
So we got one box of regulars and one box of lites and one box of pantyliners. (Ew! I hate that word. Around the house, we call them "force fields.") Then we picked out some cough medicine and headed for the check out. At the check out, I got distracted by some impulse buys and stepped to the side to play with them. When I returned, my Hon was nervous laughing at the check out man. Just then, I looked down and saw that he had one single solitary really long finger nail on his hand. It was the pointer finger that was long enough to be considered a 'coke nail' (but who snorts coke off the pointy finger??) amongst all the other normal man-length fingernails. Odd.
When we left the store, she said to me, "Did you hear that!?!?" No, I didn't. He was scanning the items on the counter and he laughed and said, "Ha, big family, huh?"
Big Family?
That's a very strange comment. Was it a joke or an observation. Did he mean Big Menstruating Family? And besides, aren't the check out people supposed to ignore what you buy and not make you feel self-conscious about it? Just as we finished the transaction, he asked us if we needed a double bag. At some point in conveinece store history it was decided that when you buy tampons, they have to double bag your purchase, concealing it in a top-secret fashion should you run into a friend on colleague once you leave the store. That has always struck me as odd. But now that he questioned us about our bags needs, I was even more suspicious. It was if he was questioning the need for discretion as it pertained to us (us, meaning the big family).
He probably thought, "Well, they're from a big, bloody family, so they probably have no secrets. All of them, bleeding together and feeding each other cough syrup. sickos! I'm not going to give them an extra bag." Well it's you, sir, Mr. Coke Nail at Walgreens that's the sicko! Keep your eyes on your time card and never mind my generic brand tampons, OKAY!!!????
sheesh.
Disclaimer, done. Now here's what happened. I have a really bad chest cold, so my Hon offered to take me down to Walgreens to puruse the thousands of cold meds and find one to fit my symptoms. While we were there, we figured we'd load up on some tampons because it never hurts to stalk up on them while you have a chance. Tampons are not like toilet paper. When you run out of them, you can't just find some substitute like paper towels, laying around the house.
So we got one box of regulars and one box of lites and one box of pantyliners. (Ew! I hate that word. Around the house, we call them "force fields.") Then we picked out some cough medicine and headed for the check out. At the check out, I got distracted by some impulse buys and stepped to the side to play with them. When I returned, my Hon was nervous laughing at the check out man. Just then, I looked down and saw that he had one single solitary really long finger nail on his hand. It was the pointer finger that was long enough to be considered a 'coke nail' (but who snorts coke off the pointy finger??) amongst all the other normal man-length fingernails. Odd.
When we left the store, she said to me, "Did you hear that!?!?" No, I didn't. He was scanning the items on the counter and he laughed and said, "Ha, big family, huh?"
Big Family?
That's a very strange comment. Was it a joke or an observation. Did he mean Big Menstruating Family? And besides, aren't the check out people supposed to ignore what you buy and not make you feel self-conscious about it? Just as we finished the transaction, he asked us if we needed a double bag. At some point in conveinece store history it was decided that when you buy tampons, they have to double bag your purchase, concealing it in a top-secret fashion should you run into a friend on colleague once you leave the store. That has always struck me as odd. But now that he questioned us about our bags needs, I was even more suspicious. It was if he was questioning the need for discretion as it pertained to us (us, meaning the big family).
He probably thought, "Well, they're from a big, bloody family, so they probably have no secrets. All of them, bleeding together and feeding each other cough syrup. sickos! I'm not going to give them an extra bag." Well it's you, sir, Mr. Coke Nail at Walgreens that's the sicko! Keep your eyes on your time card and never mind my generic brand tampons, OKAY!!!????
sheesh.
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