Saturday, May 22, 2010

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.


  1. Hahahaha! So true! When I worked as a cashier while in college I could always tell the newly married guys from the guys who had been married for years. The new ones always wanted a bag for the tampons or kotex (sometimes even double bagged), the experienced ones would walk up to the register with all the confidence in the world and then walk out of the store bearing the panty liners proudly, no bag and no shame.

  2. That's right, Em. We do it with pride. It's because we've held on to our beloved, hot little vixens long enough to get comfortable with going out 5 minutes 'til a store closes to get a box of Supers.

    And Hostess Cupcakes.

  3. Ha!
    My brother still can't even see tampon commercials on tv without freaking out.

  4. what I love is buying paper plates plastic cups and forks then using a canvas bag to carry them home in

  5. Yeeesh...every seven seconds? Was I ever that young?

    I'd also like to mention that 27 years of marriage leads to a new definition of routine....

    And that's all I'm gonna say about that....

  6. Joe, you rock! Mine's good for that, too, but I have to write down the exact variation of product I want, cause I'm picky.

  7. Ha,ha,ha! I have to say this right now, because this post just reminded me of it: I was watching "According to Jim" the other night with my little brother and that episode just happened to be about one of Jim's little girls growing up and having her first... well... woman time. OMG, it was so funny! Jim,of course, totally freaked out... sort of reminded me of my dad when I was that age! *mischevious grin* :D

  8. I think I cracked a rib reading this. That boy I married ran the gauntlet for me once when mother nature caught me by surprise...out of town...massively hungover. It takes a real man to check out of CVS with nothing but a box of tampons and excedrine.