Buying tampons, condoms, peanut butter, D batteries, and tissues

That was a shopping list I had awhile back. No, NONE of them were related (we add to the shopping list as we run out of things), but the cashier was a young twenty-something girl. Should have seen the look on her face.

I just remembered that because I had to purchase some feminine hygiene products the other day. I also had some Hostess Cupcakes. It's funny to see the looks on the teenage guys' faces when another guy is walking through the store with a box of tampons and panty liners. Like I have the plague or something. It means I LIVE with a woman guys. Which means that, when the feminine hygiene products are not in use, I am routinely getting what they think about every 7 seconds.

Watching a teenage guy buy condoms is hilarious, too. They circle the section like they're a secret agent tailing someone, then dart in and grab the smallest box--usually a 3-pack--they can, as fast as they can, and then bolt. They never make eye contact with the cashier, especially if it's a woman.

A married guy walks up, picks up the big economy pack (saves money), drops it into the cart, then goes to get the laundry detergent, Ziploc baggies, and milk and bread. And maybe feminine hygiene products, if they're on the list.