My husband returned on Friday, after being gone for over a week. After spending that many days with his 82 yr. old grandfather, hunting for deer, all he brought home was a tiny rock lizard and a desire to eat dinner at 4 in the afternoon.
And a desire for other activities as well. (wink wink)
I went to Walmart, put the few things in my cart--soap, light bulbs, bread and flavored "stuff". You know, all the essentials. It was Friday afternoon, at Walmart. Do I need to go into detail about how long the lines to check out were? Didn't think so.
I chose the express lane, where a (guessing here) 60ish yr.old lady was the cashier. Where the man behind me didn't know the meaning of personal space and was in a bigger hurry than me.
Beep. There goes the light bulbs.
Beep. There goes the bread.
Beep. The soap.
Beep. There goes the....
"OH!!?? WHAT'S THIS STUFF? STRAWBERRY? LOOKS YUMMY. WHAT IS THIS? OH!! MY!!!"
And there's me. Staring bug-eyed at this cashier lady. Not only wasn't she aware they made such a thing as flavored lube, but she felt it was necessary to announce to everyone around that I was purchasing some. (and might I add, I am NOT the only one! It was the last one on the shelf!!)
To her credit, she quickly apologized and threw it into the bag. It was hard to say who was more embarrassed, her or me.
Probably me. Yes, at 35, even with 4 kids, I can be somewhat of a prude. Although, not Friday night!!
(please, please, don't bring this up over the grand kids' next birthday party!)