I've always been embarrassed to purchase tampons or pads. Even today, I will still stand three steps past the display with the shopping cart waiting for the Wife to catch up to me so she can pick up the product and toss it in the cart. Then I make sure the next few items covers the things too. I know, weird me and soon, that part of my life will finally be over. Yesterday, I found out there's something else lurking out there that is more embarrassing to buy.
I stopped at the pharmacy in the afternoon to pick up my prescription that I had dropped off earlier in the day. I waited patiently in line until a person was free. Told her my name, she went over to the side to picked out the plastic envelop, pulled out a piece of paper, looked behind her on a shelf and then asked me a couple of questions and told me to sign here.
As I was writing my signature she whipped around, picked up something from the shelf, rolled out the red carpet and turned the flood lights on the overly bright blue&white shoe box sized carton with the humungous bold letters "Bowel Prep Kit". Can we just fucking shout out to the store what I'm going to be doing soon? In the next 3 seconds my eyes popped out of my head, my face turned three shades of red and I shrunk down to three inches tall. As twenty staring eyes from the line looked on, I graciously reclaimed myself as the pharmacist assistant asked if I needed a consultation from the pharmacist. I mumbled, "no, I believe I can follow the directions that are on the box". She then flipped the carton back into her hands and spent the next never-ending 20 seconds reading the directions. At this point my thoughts were if she asks me if I need a bag I'm going to punch her lights out. She placed the kit in a plastic bag, handed it to me and I turned, held my head high and butch walked out of the store.
If there's a next time, the Wife is picking it up.
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