Sunday Funny

Today I ran to Duane Reade. For the non New Yorkers, that's a pharmacy that might be as prevalent as Starbucks on every other corner. I needed a few items. The store was about to close and as I was about to enter the checkout queue, I ran directly into an older gentleman. I channeled my inner southernbelle and told him to go ahead before me. It wasn't like there was a line afterall. He takes one look into my basket and says very sternly, "NO, you go ahead. The only thing in your basket is tampons, advil PM and chocolate. I have a wife and three daughters. I KNOW BETTER." We both had quite the laugh and I went ahead to checkout with an extremely embarrassed/uncomfortable cashier. I giggled the entire four blocks home.