Today I went to Walgreens to buy ginger ale, nyquil, cough drops, and tampons.
While bagging everything, the cashier got indecisive about which items to put where. Well after I finished paying, he shuffled items from one bag to another, double bagged the ginger ale, and finally decided on putting the box of tampons in it's own bag.
He pushed the bags toward me, looked at me like we really understood each other, pointed to the bag with tampons in it, and said quietly, "I don't want the box to get crushed." Like he was really invested in this box on tampons, and maybe, by extension, about me.
Thank you, very careful cashier, for creepily caring too much about my brand new tampons.
Monday, February 15, 2010
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Heeheeheehee!
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