Just went to Target, where I purchased a new blender (I settled on a Black and Decker 5-speed), and on my way home I stopped by a crappy little grocery (Bi-Lo), to pick up some Immodium AD for a friend who has been, shall we say, under the weather.
For whatever reason, the cashier, when he got to me, decided to add some commentary when he scanned my meds:
“Boy, I sure could have use some of this this morning,” he said, as he held up my friend’s antidiarrheal medicine for the benefit of the cute 20-something behind me.
It was then that I remembered why I own no handguns.
At least you weren’t buying, say, premature-ejaculation cream.
I forget what he was buying, but there was a funny “Curb Your Enthusiasm” episode where Larry was at the pharmacy buying something–I forget what it was, but it was something like a laxative, condoms, “feminine hygiene product” for his wife or whatever–and the salesperson did something similar.
That’s one thing nice about the u-scan aisles that most supermarkets have these days. You don’t have to deal with any comments or funny looks from cashiers.
No kidding Dave. You should see the looks one can get when buying innocent items….but at the same time. Like…apples and razor blades.
Actually, I suggest everyone go out and purchase apples and razor blades just to see the look I am talking about. Really. Quite funny.
Reminds me of the time I was at CVS and was purchasing, among other things, a small tube of store-brand Anbesol/Oragel (oral analgesic for mouth pain).
To my embarrassment, when the checkout person scanned my tube, the display read “ORAL ANAL” for all behind me in line to see…
People, you’re overlooking the potential for great fun here.
Go to your store late at night, when the presumption is that anything you buy is something that you really, really need right then.
Choose 3 or 4 unrelated but suggestive items, say, KY Jelly, spray cheese, and masking tape. Smile enigmatically at the checkout. It can be quite satisfying.
Try going to the young teenage boy and asking him to open the case that housed the Astroglide. Smirking little twerp. I told him it was for my ex who was gong to prison.
Yeah, you should have fun with it. I feel I must explain that it was for a bachlorette party, gag gift, and that is all I have to say about that.
“Gag” gift. Heh.