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I once went to the store for three things. My wife's ladytimes supplies, something for a party we were hosting that weekend, and something for my sinus headache. (Allergies.)
As the cashier finished ringing up my tampons, fifth of Jack Daniels, and Aleve, she said, "Have a nice ... oh, sorry."
Hey, he might be planning to use it this way:
Don't worry, it's SFW... and worth a chuckle.
Ladies, are you with me on this?If he picks up after himself, takes his own dishes to the sink, puts his own clothes in the laundry basket, and wipes up any near misses on the toilet rim, he doesn't have to go buy ladytime supplies.Otherwise, it's only fair.
Ladytimes? A special monthly, edition of the times?
I was a cashier in a drug store for years, and almost every single man buying tampons or pads felt the need to explain they weren't for him. Well... yes. Obviously. Drug store cashiers seeing you buying all sorts of personal products. They honestly really, really don't care.
Scott's reply in panel 2 may be the funniest thing to ever appear in this comic.
I've had to go shopping for these in two Arab capitals, Cairo and Amman. Awkward.
Of course, women can't understand what it's like for men to put up with someone they care for who is suffering from "ladytimes".
That's why I really REALLY don't like the put-down "you won't understand". Giving birth is the worse one. Women don't know what it's like not being able to take the risk when your wife is suffering real pain, or when she's at too high a risk of dying if they have the wanted child.
It insistist that another human has no ability for empathy, or that empathy doesn't somehow "count".
It does, but saying otherwise belittles the other person.
Sorry to be so serious on this one.
Slightly off topic, but one time, an ex-boyfriend and I went to Wal-mart and bought only condoms and ammo.
In our defense, we lived in Vermont at the time.
That's not as bad as the older woman I was standing behind at the grocery store once buying nothing but a handle of cheap vodka and lots and lots of cans of cat food.
Before we got married, I flat out told my wife I would not purchase ladytime supplies for her. She knows when it is coming, she should have an adequate supply on hand. She accepted that and agreed to it.
I've never understood the shame aspect when sent for supplies, to me it's a sign of pack alpha-hood. "I have a mate!" OTOH, I had this exchange once with a young lady at the grocery store. "I'm sorry, we blew a breaker so please don't open the freezer cases" "My wife and daughters have synchronized" "Dear God! Here take the double chocolate, quick"
I've never been bothered by buying such items. I figure it makes it obvious that I am close enough to someone that I also have other involvement with the lady parts.
Yeah, well . . . you try waking up in a pool of your own blood every month.
See how amiable and good-natured you are then.
Not sure why guys are so embarrassed by this. Presumably, every guy in a relationship has to do it sometimes, and if it signals anything at all, it signals that you're straight and periodically getting sex. But not tonight.
First, I don't get the difficulty in picking up "feminine products." It declares to all and sundry that you have succeeded in acquiring a human female. All I asked of my wives (sequential, not concurrent) was that they specified *exactly* (brand, size, absorbency, color, adhesives, wings, soundtrack, upholstery) what they wanted, and I would cheerfully buy it.
No, I don't know what it's like to have menstrual cramps.
And no, you don't know what it's like to have the universe not revolve around you.
Let's call it even.
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