dear 17 year old boy working the checkout counter at walgreens,

thank you for your excellent customer service. i apologize for making you blush today when purchasing the PMS care package (haagen-daaz, doritos, advil, and tampons) this afternoon. you did do a nice job of not batting an eye at my purchases, and i hardly noticed the stammering and the hot pink sheen to your face when you handed me my change. that's just the way it is sometimes when you work in a drugstore.

good luck - i hope it gets easier dealing with girls making girly purchases!
heatherfeather

11 comments:

particleman Monday, March 20, 2006 8:03:00 pm  

he probably got a couple more hairs on his chest from that experience. one day he'll be a man.

jess Monday, March 20, 2006 8:51:00 pm  

i went to high school with this guy, joey, who worked at the walgreens, and in his little high school reunion blurb he was like "and i remember, to this day, everything you people bought at the walgreens. every. single. thing."

your story reminded me of joey. and to always be nice to the folks who work at your hometown drug store in case you run for office someday.

heatherfeather Tuesday, March 21, 2006 12:24:00 am  

jess - good to know. although i'm not planning on running for office, i never know when my character will come under attack!

Neal Tuesday, March 21, 2006 4:07:00 am  

I work part-time in the store where I live and I recently had my first feminine product sale. We're supposed to search on the register for the correct key, but instead I just said "How much?". She could have said a dime and I would have taken it. I don't think age matters in a purchase like that. There's just no small talk available.

littlegoat Tuesday, March 21, 2006 8:01:00 am  

Oh how precious. He's growing up. At least you weren't getting the mother of all awkward drugstore purchases: yeast infection meds. Young men just LOVE to ring that up. hehe.

alpineflower Tuesday, March 21, 2006 10:20:00 am  

I myself have only recently stopped trying to find the checkout lane with the girl cashier when making such purchases; it's bad enough when one of us is embarrassed. Poor guy. No older sisters in his family, I'll bet.

heatherfeather Tuesday, March 21, 2006 12:36:00 pm  

neal, i'd like to hear more about this store where you live. :)

lg - i have finally gotten over buying yeast infecttion meds. and it's just like buying cookies or chicken now.

alpine - when at target and buying lacy underthings, i still have to go to the girl cashier. knowing that i have a period is one thing. knowing what my underwear looks like is another.

Crystal Tuesday, March 21, 2006 2:16:00 pm  

i was from a small town and was terrified of purchasing feminine products because i may run into someone i know or might be checked out by a guy i had a crush on, so i would arm myself with change and go into the bathroom at the library and stuff my backpack full of pads and tampons from the machine.

luckily, i've since outgrown my embarassment and will gladly purchase the economy size box of SUPERTHICKMONSOONABSORBENCY tampons.

Ashley Tuesday, March 21, 2006 4:06:00 pm  

hahaha...I want that care package!

Mmmmmm...doritos. Mmmmm...Haagen Daaz. Sounds so nice.

Jay Tuesday, March 21, 2006 9:27:00 pm  

While that is embarrassing, it's not as bad as ringing up KY gel for your hot math teacher the summer after graduation. I knew I was small-time in her eyes and that just cemented it.

jay are Wednesday, March 22, 2006 1:11:00 pm  

at least he didn't have to ask for any prices over the loudspeaker. If so, I'm sure he'd have made like Neal and just handed them over. :)

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