So my friend Dan and I have this running joke about how it's impossible to buy condoms with anything else without creating a narrative. It started when I kept loosing my padlock for the gym and ended up buying padlocks and condoms from the same checkout girl twice within the space of a month.
So yesterday I go to Target and got to the checkout aisle with:
As I'm putting the items on the conveyor belt I start giggling. So I'm trying to stifle the laughter and end up with a ridiculous smirk on my face.
I could see the checkout girl pause briefly, trying to come up with something other than her normal exit greeting before-uncomfortably-saying,'Have a good evening.'
So yesterday I go to Target and got to the checkout aisle with:
Apples to Apples (a board game)
shaving cream and razors
200 sq feet of tinfoil
granola bars
condoms
As I'm putting the items on the conveyor belt I start giggling. So I'm trying to stifle the laughter and end up with a ridiculous smirk on my face.
I could see the checkout girl pause briefly, trying to come up with something other than her normal exit greeting before-uncomfortably-saying,'Have a good evening.'