This story comes from my former job in retail ...
I wasn't doing so well one day; I had a very mild case of Montezuma's Revenge ... not nearly enough to make it necessary for me to go home, but enough to be an annoyance. There were only two of us in the store that day. So finally I tell my coworker that I am going to run to the drugstore for some OTC meds for this.
CW: "Oh, are you going now?"
Me: "Well, I'd like to. Why?"
CW: "Can you pick up something for me?"
Me: "Sure. Waddya want?"
CW: "A pregnancy test kit."
Me: "Buh ... wha ... GAAAAAAHHH ..."
So 20 minutes later I'm standing in line in the drugstore, clutching a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in one hand and a pregnancy test kit in the other.
At which point I decide I have been officially traumatized.
I wasn't doing so well one day; I had a very mild case of Montezuma's Revenge ... not nearly enough to make it necessary for me to go home, but enough to be an annoyance. There were only two of us in the store that day. So finally I tell my coworker that I am going to run to the drugstore for some OTC meds for this.
CW: "Oh, are you going now?"
Me: "Well, I'd like to. Why?"
CW: "Can you pick up something for me?"
Me: "Sure. Waddya want?"
CW: "A pregnancy test kit."
Me: "Buh ... wha ... GAAAAAAHHH ..."
So 20 minutes later I'm standing in line in the drugstore, clutching a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in one hand and a pregnancy test kit in the other.
At which point I decide I have been officially traumatized.
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