another conservative who’s been mugged by reality
The LLama Butchers: The Horror! The Horror!
I’ve managed to avoid it in over thirteen years of marriage, but last evening I finally got tagged with the mission I’ve always dreaded: “Since you’re going to the store anyway, dear, I need some………”
Ouch! Is there anything that we could possibly ask a woman to do that is the equivalent of that?
Frankly I don’t see the big deal here. I just get the stuff that is requested toss it in the basket/cart and off I go to my next item on the list. It seems to me that the real man’s man just doesn’t give a **** about buying stuff like this for his wife. I mean look at this,
2.) Have your camo ready. I specifically bought an unnecessary bunch of parsley to toss on top of the Product once it was in my basket, lest people should see me walking around with the thing.
3.) Good intel wins. I’d been given specific instructions as to brand name, size and the like. But I was damned if I was going to stand around slack-jawed and right out in the open, looking for the thing. Instead, I quickly cruised up and down the aisle several times trying to look sideways in order to locate the Product, the better to grab it quickly and quietly when conditions were right.
And the most important part of the plan?
4.) Do not touch the Product if there is anybody else in the aisle.
If that is anything other than some satire for amusement we are talking about a serious hang-up.
Oh, I’ve got the hang-up, alright. But I don’t have a hang-up about having the hang-up.
It could be worse. She could have asked him to pick up some for his daughter…
Ditto Steve.
I can only imagine the “problems” Robert has/had with buying condoms.
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