It used to break my heart taking calls from kids, desperate to get their hands on an HPT, but terrified of being judged. I always tried to tell them "Don't worry, their job is to sell you stuff, not judge your purchases" when I knew in the back of my mind that it happens all the time. It's awful.
I did have a funny checkout experience. We had a friend celebrating her 18th, and she was from somewhere near the countryside, in a place whose inhabitants we fondly referred to as "woollybacks" due to their proximity to sheep, and all the silly 18 year old jokes that entails. (Bloody joke's on me now, as I live in the actual countryside, with sheep all over my village. I'm now a woollyback!) Anyway, we went to the supermarket and bought her a stuffed toy sheep, a massive tub of vaseline, a litre of vodka, a bottle of baby oil, a cucumber, and a jumbo box of condoms. There was no self-checkout in those days, and to my horror the only cashier available was one of my mother's best friends. Oh my. 13 years later and I'm not sure who blushed more, me, the cashier, or our sheep-loving friend!
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Date: 2009-04-29 06:51 am (UTC)I did have a funny checkout experience. We had a friend celebrating her 18th, and she was from somewhere near the countryside, in a place whose inhabitants we fondly referred to as "woollybacks" due to their proximity to sheep, and all the silly 18 year old jokes that entails. (Bloody joke's on me now, as I live in the actual countryside, with sheep all over my village. I'm now a woollyback!) Anyway, we went to the supermarket and bought her a stuffed toy sheep, a massive tub of vaseline, a litre of vodka, a bottle of baby oil, a cucumber, and a jumbo box of condoms. There was no self-checkout in those days, and to my horror the only cashier available was one of my mother's best friends. Oh my. 13 years later and I'm not sure who blushed more, me, the cashier, or our sheep-loving friend!