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Originally Posted by Dueller
....being sent out at 1 a.m. on a rainy night to purchase tampons. You get the instruction "I need the super absorbent unscented Playtex plastic applicator bio-degradable supers Pearls...you can't miss them they're in a blue box..."
You get to the feminine hygiene section and discover they're ALL IN FRIGGIN' BLUE BOXES. 
Invariably you get the wrong ones....after the embarrassing price check over the store loudspeaker while the hot 20 something babe is in line behind you.
Thankfully it appears I have forever more been fired from this job  |
Years ago I went to the lake to hang with some buddies. One of the guys was part of the family that owned the local marina store. They had a large campground and RV hookups area as well. The group of the guys were just chatting and telling stories.
In walks a guy looking very grumpy. It was obvious he had been in bed sleeping and was sent on a mission to buy tampons. He walked up to the register with a box of maxi pads and looked at the six of us and we could tell he was embarrassed. One of my buddies said "well your weekend is shot for sure" and we all laughed. I am sure the dude did not see the humor that we did.