Purchase of the Day

WARNING: This is a girls-only  post ...  for the 3 men that actually read my blog.

Why, at the age of 35 years old, do I still get nervous about buying feminine hygiene products?

I usually only buy them at Target or Walmart because it is easier to hide them under  layers of stuff and then wedge them discreetly between cereal boxes  on the conveyor belt.  

Heaven forbid I run into someone I know with  a box of tampons sitting on the top of the cart!

Why do I break out into a cold sweat when I see a man running the cash register?  Why can't I just walk up with my head held high and put those down?  I mean I've been buying them for  20 years!

Sometimes I wish I were brave enough to plunk them down on the counter and growl "whatchewlookinat?" Mr.T style.  But no, not me.  I cower.  I strategically plan my shopping trips to avoid embarrassment.   

Usually.

Except for days like today.

Today I was desperate.

I went to the drug store. 

I was trying to shop as discreetly as possible, to avoid the loud, "What's that, Mommy?" questions from my children.

I was so out of my comfort zone, with no cart to shield my secret purchase.  

As I stood in line, my hormones screamed for the king size Reeses Cups on sale. 

I caved.  

I realized what a hormonal dork I looked like as I placed my jumbo sized box of tampons and my king size candy bar on the counter.    Yeah, I may as well have bought queen size panty hose for good measure.

And then I looked up. 

A teenage boy.  

Of course.

Poor guy.  I'm sure he wanted to laugh as much as I wanted to run and hide in the racks of mascara.  He was trying to be friendly throughout the transaction.

And then he said it.

Do you want a bag for this?

Ummmm.... no, let me just put the jumbo box on the top of my head and parade myself through the parking lot while I wolf down my king size candy bar.