My consistent,
lucid,
annotator,
Yaz 129,
brought up the wonderful comparison of me,
getting a little embarrassed,
and a little anxious,
when I spouted out,
"It's my daughter's car!"
in my story,
to that of being asked by my daughters to buy tampons for them.
(Read "A Dynamic Father" and you'll see why.)
Raising four daughters I have gone to the store to buy tampons on more then one occasion.
It was about 10 years ago,
that I swore I would never do it again when,
at the time,
I got in line,
at the 15 items or less aisle.
I plopped down a large 72 count bag of tampons.
Trying to look cool in front of the attractive,
twenty something checkout girl.
She immediately looks me in the eyes
and says,
"That is really embarrassing. I can't even go to the checkout and buy tampons for myself in front of other people. I check out in the self serve aisle!"
Of course I have gone back since then,
shamefully,
with my tail between my legs,
to buy tampons for my girls.
Now,
I buy smaller bags of tampons,
hide them under other groceries,
and I use the self serve check out aisle!
And man,
do I look cool now!
And man,
do I look cool now!
This is,
The Proud Papa Of Four Girls
Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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