We all know that when we're standing in line at the store, sometimes our eyes have a tendency to wander and sometimes they might find themselves taking inventory of the purchases belonging to the person in front of you...strictly out of curiosity mind you. Well, it just so happens that the woman in front of me happened to be purchasing KY.
Now, there is just something unnerving about seeing a woman your mother's age purchasing a personal lubricant. I think simply because it brings to mind events which you would rather not imagine your mother participating in. Definite ick factor.
At any rate. As the cashier ran the KY across the scanner...there was a loud, unnatural BONK noise. He scanned it again...BONK...and again...BONK. At this point the woman had begun to appear noticibly uncomfortable and began shifting her weight from foot to foot and glancing back at those of us behind her. I, of course dutifully averted my eyes and pretended that I was paying no attention whatsoever to her little crisis.
Then it happened...the idiot cashier held the box up, clearily displaying the oversized KY logo and said, "Do you know how much the KY was?"