Piggysnoot

An early morning trip to Walmart for baby formula took Mom, Nora, and me down the pad and tampon aisle. Nora needed pads…seriously, I told you she had a tooth come in a month ago…next thing you know she’s on her period. As we turn the corner I see a guy, probably in his mid thirties, on a cell phone. As a few more women round the other corner and head his direction, which is directly in front of the pads, he starts to look increasingly embarrassed…and is possibly blushing a little. This is his end of what appeared to be the most uncomfortable conversation he’s ever had in Walmart:

Okay…I’m looking…did you want…hold on…carefree? Um…still… oh…staaaayfreeee alright I found…them…yeah the package is blue…um…now do you want wings? Alright….like the overnight? Uh…um….

Honestly, my dad won’t even go to the store to get a loaf of bread…and here’s this guy on the cell phone making damn sure he’s got the right pads. Either his woman is one hell of a PMSer and he’s afraid of her…or he’s a really sweet guy. Some men I know…if they were to even venture down the tampon aisle alone…would just grab the first package of pads they get to…which means they would probably end up with Depends instead of feminine napkins. It takes a special breed of man to stand amongst the pads and tampons calling his woman to get every tiny detail of the exact pads she uses. Now that is true love.