Product Placement. Hmm.
I was leaking a bit of blood this morning, and I was in the bush. So, I tore one of my rags, made a quick compression bandage on my pinky, and continued checking the lay of my land.
So I checked one of my neighbors when I got out – and one of the other neighbors had seen me with my fluorescent green wrap and sent their 6 year old grandson with a bandaid. A nice one. And I remembered that I needed to put things like that in the pickup.
After a nice lahay, I went to the pharmacy – Bhagans at SouthPark, if you must know, and I surveyed their bandaids. It used to be much simpler – just grab one and go. Now they have sheer, fabric, waterproof, blah blah blah… so I looked to my left, and a decidedly young woman at the counter was watching me. Then I looked back at the shelves. Above the bandaids were the condoms.
A sigh. A shake of the head. I got the fabric, water repellant, hypoallergenic, strong and durable… oh, you get the point. No bacitracin or neosporin (that was behind the counter, it ends up), but enough KY and other lubricants (warming and otherwise) to drown a small horse.
And then I looked at the condoms. And then I looked at what was next to the condoms.
Now that’s a story right there.