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September 7, 2005
Manly Men... aka... Real men buy rags.

So, I was at the commissary this morning trying my hardest to remember everything I needed, as I left my list sitting right where I wrote it- on the desk. Coming around the corner, I was cut off by a nice looking guy in BDU's making a beeline for the "ladies isle". He didn't quite make eye contact, but he reached with a masculine wedding ringed hand for a box of rubbers... and knocked 4 other boxes of prophylactics to the floor.
Then his buddies came around the corner and started laughing at him, their hands filled with sports drinks and snack foods, and the poor airman cleaned up the smattering of packages from the tiles. They shot me a look and got quiet, as I walked around behind them and down the isle to find the best shit paper and paper towels for my money.
Thinking I was out of earshot, the men picked up the volume of their conversation a bit, and with my sharp mommy-hearing, I picked up on, "Which one should I get? I don't know what she wants."
"Dude, just pick one."
"I don't wanna get the wrong one."
I hardly believed at this point the guy was there for rubbers. Every man knows what kind of condoms he uses... Unless in a sex shop, he isn't gonna be terribly picky about the woman's preference.
Muffled snickers. The main shopper looked towards me again, and reached for the condoms again, but it was obvious he, and his very helpful friends, were shopping for feminine pads. The were pointing at them for heaven's sake. I didn't look directly at them. In fact I had to turn my head, so I didn't openly laugh. I did feel a bit bad for the poor guy getting his balls busted by them, but they soon straightened up and got down to the problem at hand.
Not that I have a problem with a man buying girl needs for his wife or daughter. It is the thing to do. It takes a good husband/father to do it, and we as women think highly of a guy who will. However, a posse of four men, in uniform, standing in front of the wide variety of rags, during duty hours, and trying to figure out which one a woman might need or want is a hilarious site indeed. Like four monkeys trying to fuck a football.... four retards trying to screw a doorknob.
He ultimately ended up selecting a blue bag of "always" brand... and he took the condoms too.
Posted by TheFreud at September 7, 2005 10:23 AM
Comments
So now I know what all those women used to give me funny looks about, when your Dear mother sent me packing off to the PX to buy her Rags.... Well that's one thing I haven't had to do for MANY years. Thank God. But it was embarrassing.
Posted by: Dad at September 8, 2005 9:49 AM