Hooray for Safe Sex!
Yesterday at work, I had more than one shudder-worthy experience involving customers' purchases of condoms, and one I will now relate to you.
A woman, no older than me (24) and probably a little younger, ran into her friend who was carrying around a very young infant (no blanket, no transformable carseat, just a baby). She oohed and aahed over the sleeping baby, who was apparently her second cousin, and compared her to her own newborn. (I now know so much about how her newborn compares to this newborn, but you do not care. Neither do I. Onward.) She also talked about how her older child is reacting to the baby.
We were also about to close, so all of this chatter was happening when the store employees (me and the pharmacist) were getting a little itchy to leave.
So, she finally goes and gets the prescription - and on account of her child being so young, we had to enter him in the computer and get all the information straightened out - and comes to the counter to check out. She says, "I'm also going to need some condoms," which are hanging behind the counter.
Having sold condoms before, I'm not terribly uncomfortable at this point. Better to sell them to someone about my age than to an old guy who needs a bath. But, we've established that this woman is prone to the overshare, and of course she doesn't stop there. She says things like, "it's been such a long time!" And then she says, "I feel like a highschooler again!"
I smiled politely at everything she said and completed the transaction and it was not until I was in the car driving home that it dawned on me that what she said was completely disturbing. Gah.
Yesterday at work, I had more than one shudder-worthy experience involving customers' purchases of condoms, and one I will now relate to you.
A woman, no older than me (24) and probably a little younger, ran into her friend who was carrying around a very young infant (no blanket, no transformable carseat, just a baby). She oohed and aahed over the sleeping baby, who was apparently her second cousin, and compared her to her own newborn. (I now know so much about how her newborn compares to this newborn, but you do not care. Neither do I. Onward.) She also talked about how her older child is reacting to the baby.
We were also about to close, so all of this chatter was happening when the store employees (me and the pharmacist) were getting a little itchy to leave.
So, she finally goes and gets the prescription - and on account of her child being so young, we had to enter him in the computer and get all the information straightened out - and comes to the counter to check out. She says, "I'm also going to need some condoms," which are hanging behind the counter.
Having sold condoms before, I'm not terribly uncomfortable at this point. Better to sell them to someone about my age than to an old guy who needs a bath. But, we've established that this woman is prone to the overshare, and of course she doesn't stop there. She says things like, "it's been such a long time!" And then she says, "I feel like a highschooler again!"
I smiled politely at everything she said and completed the transaction and it was not until I was in the car driving home that it dawned on me that what she said was completely disturbing. Gah.
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