At any rate, I ran out of the condoms I had for my classes, that I got from Planned Parenthood as part of my sex ed instruction materials. It's a lot of fun to buy condoms and even penis models when you're obviously doing it for work.
My class it today and I don't have time to go to the health center, so I took a trip to the pharmacy.
The windows were all darkened at Walgreens so I headed next door to the grocery store. I went in and checked the health aisle. Nothing. Then the feminine hygiene aisle. What the heck! Where are all the condoms? I realized...I'd have to ask.
I wandered around and found two grocery store workers standing against the meat counter. How appropriate. I wanted to say "I'm teaching sex ed!" But I figured, I'm teaching my kids to do this, I should be able to do it to.
"Hello." I said.
"Hello." The gentleman who worked there said. He was about sixty something, moustache. White hair. I did not want to ask this man where the condoms were. "Can I help you find something?"
"Yeah..." I said. "Do you guys sell condoms?"
"Behind the service desk." He said.
I walked away and made faces of gleeful embarrassment as I walked back down aisle nine.
No one was at the service counter.
A bakery staff walked by. "You need something from the service desk? It doesn't open until eight."
"Oh." I said, disappointed.
"You need cigarettes?" She said. "Lottery tickets?"
I was going to have to say it out loud again.
"Oh!" Well, he can get them for you. Just get in line there." She said, pointing to the checkout area.
I was going to have to ask again. I looked at the clerk. He was maybe my age, rather awkward looking.
"Hi." I said when it was my turn. "Can you get me something from behind the service counter?"
"Oh. I don't think we have those back there."
"The man by the meat area *smirk* told me they were."
He went to check. Digging around the cupboards, he didn't' appear to be having any luck. Then another clerk walked out. A young twenty-something woman. His ears turned instantly red while he explained what he was looking for.
She looked over at me. "We can check the health aisle."
"Oh, that's okay." I said. "I already did."
The original clerk held up a box. "This is all we have." His whole face was red now, and I suspect mine might have been becoming so too.
The box read
"Oh, it's fine. There's not enough in there. I need like twenty. Thanks for checking." I said. And got out of there as fast as I could.
Whooo. Buying condoms is still embarrassing. I can't wait to tell my students about this experience.
|Walgreens was open by the time that I left the grocery store.|