It could have been worse - the response could have been “DO YOU WANT THE KIND YOU PUSH IN WITH YOUR THUMB, OR THE KIND YOU POUND IN WITH A HAMMER?”
El_Kabong, it didn’t irk the shit out of me. As a female-type person, I agree with you, and I’ve never understood the other female-persons who seem to run out on a semi-regular basis or otherwise wait until the last minute. I’m not claiming to have never had to run out at the last minute but I try to avoid doing so as much as possible.
To continue the hijack… I’m one of those who are completely clueless about when my next time to start is. When I’m on the pill, it’s easy enough, because you know what day corresponds with which color. However, if not, how DO y’all know? (Yeah, I’m not a very good girlie girl, or hell, for that matter, not in tune with my body much either.) OTOH, in my defense, I am one of those shoppers who periodically checks everything when getting low and promptly restocks, so this particular problem never happens to me anyway.
Knock on wood.
that doesn’t sound too bad to me.
I go thru about 25 a month of super plus.
(not always necessary, but I have no way of knowing exactly When it hits so…is this too much info?)
I think it’s denial. We just keep hoping it will go away and we won’t have to deal with it anymore. Then when it shows up, on schedule, we’re caught. Oh, fuck, again?
Really, it happens to every woman at one time or another. You get busy. It only happens once a month. You forgot that you used your last one and don’t stock up, etc. etc. etc.
Oh and bayonet next time turn to the rest of the people in line and ask “anyone else getting laid tonight?” That should shut them right up. 
A friend of mine and his wife were on vacation in Italy. She very unepectedly got her period and had to go into an pharmacy to buy some tampons. Neither my friend or his wife spoke Italian.
He described the scene.
I stayed back near the door while she went and a was whispering to the man behind the counter. He was bent over it trying to hear her. Suddenly the man stood up strainght and with a big smile said loudly ‘OOHHHHH TamPONIoooo’ Then yelled to the back something like “hey Luigi tamponio.” to which Luigi yelled back “Regular or SUUUUUper Maxi?” They weren’t really necessary by this point as she had died of embarassment by then.
Ever see a movie called Amazon Women on the Moon?
With all due respect to the OP, I think it’s even worse to get reamed out in the ladies’ restroom at a club for even having tampons.
Two girls were in the bathroom when I walked in, and one of them turned to me and said, “Hey, do you have a tampon or something that she can borrow?”
I said, “Yeah, sure,” and rooted through my purse til I found one. (I always carry at least one or two; if I don’t need it, somebody else will. It’s like Tampax Karma.)
So I hold it out to the girl, and both of them leave the restroom.
Without taking the tampon.
I’m mystified, so I turn to the lady in front of me in line–of course there’s a line, this is a nightclub that holds 10 billion people and there’s only two stalls–and I say jokingly, “Why would you ask me for a tampon and then not take it?”
And the woman glances at me, and then at the tampon, and says, “Oh my God. If you’re not on the rag and you’re carrying tampons around, you need to go to the doctor or something because it’s obvious something’s wrong with you. You don’t know when you’re gonna need one so you just walk around with 'em all month long? Oh my God!”
And you know, when someone is this rude, I just don’t know what to say. Bitchy I can handle; I’ve got it covered, with bells on, but I swear when somebody’s just rude I don’t even know how to respond.
So I stood there, blinking at her, and just put my tampon away.
WTF???
[sub]For those of you wondering if I ever did anything to her, no, I didn’t, but my best friend heard about it and “took matters in hand.” I’m scared of my best friend when she gets like this.[/sub]
Sorry El_Kabong, but you need to get out more. Not all women know “to the day” about anything. Suffice it to say without going into too much detail, I can’t count on starting any particular week, let alone any particular day.
Walgreens? Idiots???
::monocle tumbles into brandy snifter::
Here’s my tale of ineptitude: the local walgreens apparently had some kind of “policy”, what I later referred to as a “god damned stupid practice”, of taking your credit card, swiping it, and instead of handing the receipt and credit card directly back, STAPLING IT INTO THE SACK OF PRESCRIPTION DRUGS ONCE THEY WERE FILLED.
I take my very first ever trip to walgreens to buy prescription drugs, for reasons I can’t remember but probably involved some kind of brain damage (I normally buy my drugs from Albertsons, because they’re closer and I pay a fixed co-payment for my prescriptions).
“Excuse me, but I handed you my credit card, I presume you swiped it since you had me sign the receipt, could I please have my card back?”
“We put it in the sack.”
“Huh… just the same, could I have it back please?”
“Okey dokey.”
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…
…
“What’s the hold-up?”
“I think we may have put it in someone else’s sack.”
I never saw the card again, and the local manager apologized profusely, without ever even mentioning the possibility of any form of restitution. Not even a $5 gift certificate for giving my fucking credit card to someone else. I suppose there isn’t really anything he could have done to make up for numb-skullery of that level, but an attempt would have maybe made me less likely to never, ever, ever shop there again.
I eventually sent a letter to the head office, I don’t remember if I ever got anything back.
Oh my… that’s the funniest thing I’ve read this week. I guess it doesn’t help imagining them as Super Mario and Luigi, does it?
I used to work at Eckerd’s when I was about 16. It wasn’t Walgreens, but it’s close. When they hired us, one of the things they told us is that we were never allowed to call for price checks on things like tampons or condoms over the intercom; if we needed a price check, we either did it ourselves or called another employee to the front w/out naming the item. It was my understanding that if it was discovered you were calling for these items intentionally, you could get fired.
I would’ve talked to the managemant at that Walgreens, as I can’t imagine they don’t have a similar policy. I would definitely complain about it to someone – if they did that to you, they’re probably doing it to other people too.
I was waiting in line to make a purchase at a Barnes & Noble one day, when I saw a rather nervous looking man step up to the service counter. He leaned in and asked the man behind the counter a question, which I naturally could not hear as the service counter was at least 30 feet away. The employee listens to the question and responds in a VERY loud voice, loud enough that I’m sure people twice as far away could hear:
“Yeah, check back there in the SEXUALITY section, behind self help. I’m sure you’ll find what you are looking for over there in SEXUALITY.”
The customer gestured a “thank you” and hurried away, as the employee yelled after him:
“That’s right, it’ll be just back there in SEXUALITY.”
I know quite well, thanks. Some rude loudmouth once berated me for farting in public without excusing myself, then started warning other people away from where I was standing. WTF?
FTR: I did excuse myself but only loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. I certainly didn’t feel the entire store had to hear about it, unlike the loudmouth.
Dear Og,
Thank you for giving me external genitalia.
The end.
I thought this only happened in movies. There’s no way they need to do price checks anymore. Walgreens is a national chain and should have computers with bar code scanners for registers. So they probably did it just to embarass you. I would complain to the manager or something.
Well, now that I’ve been smacked up one side and down the other, I did in fact say I realize I was being a bit clueless about this, and I certainly did not suggest that all, most or AFAIK any other women did this. But I did know one who forgot all the time. And I certainly never felt any need to complain to her about it, and was more than happy to fetch as many boxes of the things as she ever felt she needed. I LIKED being useful.
Hey, I always seem to be out of stamps when it comes time to pay the bills, so I empathize.
I’ll go away now.
So, uh, how did this woman know that you weren’t on your period? It’s not like we all walk around with flashing neon signs over our heads at that time of the month.
-Lezlers (who always carries tampons in her purse no matter what time of the month it is because hey, you never know)
This one wasn’t really the store’s fault. I asked my husband to pick up sanitary napkins for me once, and as he already had to make a trip to the health food store he decided to call and ask if they had any, as they sometimes carry the natural ones.
Anyway he was at work calling and trying to keep voice down saying “Do you have any sanitary napkins?” and the guy on the other end kept saying “What?” So my husband kept saying it louder and louder until (in his perspective) it seemed like everyone in his office must be able to hear him shouting “Do you have any sanitary napkins?”
The follow-up: he came home and told me the story, and our very young daughter overheard it. The next day she was playing with her toy phone yelling “Do you have any sanitary napkins?”
Next time, lean over, grab the microphone, and holler, “And hurry the fuck up! I’m bleeding like a stuck pig over here!”
Uh, yes, but computers are not foolproof. Sometimes items will ring up “INVALID UPC”, or the barcode will be damaged in such a way that it will not scan. Thus a price check is needed.
- rae, who works at kmart.