Birthday ShoppingThis past weekend was my birthday, so I decided to treat myself to a quart of Ben and Jerry's. Off I went off to BJ's, the warehouse store, to get myself this treat. Thinking I'd only be buying one item, I opted against a shopping cart, a decision I would later regret. Ten minutes later, I stuggled to carry the four or five oddly shaped items I picked up during my trek to get the ice cream. Since BJ's doesn't bag your groceries, you are left to use empty cardboard cases or your shopping cart. Since the latter didn't exist, I figured I would just walk down an aisle and snag the first empty box I came across. Unfortunately, the first one I saw was an empty case of Trojan condoms. That, in itself, wouldn't have been all that bad, but the box was bright yellow with big bold letters on the front.
Always in the mood to watch the reactions of the others around me, I quickly filled the box with my items and headed to the checkout line. I proudly carried my box of Trojans and watched as the clerk's eyes moved from the "Trojan condoms" lettering to my face then back to the box, never saying a word but giggling quietly. I proudly announced that it was my birthday and smiled broadly, as I placed my items on the conveyor belt. The clerk never said a word.
Epilogue: It's only been a few days, but I still have the box. When my godson turns five next year, I'm gong to wrap his present in that box.