That’d suggest an awkward sexual encounter!
Right? Once I realized how strange the combination was, I was torn between making awkward jokes with a human cashier and going to self checkout. Before I could decide, a cashier popped up out of nowhere and asked if I was ready to check out. I was so surprised by her sudden appearance I forgot all my wisecracks. The lady was unphased. I wasn't uncomfortable at any point. I could definitely see the humor though.
Bargain bin cassette of Barry Manilow (a gag gift for a metal head friend), two pounds of grapes and condoms.
The cashier seemed awkward.
I believe in combining trips.
Yeah. I get everything on my shopping list at once if possible.
I almost never buy condoms. I prefer to let the gentleman select what he likes. He wears it, after all. I will occasionally just offer money for his next supply run. I bring the lubes I like. The last time I bought condoms it was because I got a text while I was getting gasoline. I wasn't planning on beeing seen much in public. I didn't have on much. Undressed to impress, if you will. All jiggly cleavage and leg. In the convenience store, I couldn't find the condoms, so I asked for them. I didn't shout, but I didn't whisper. The clerk directed me, but I still didn't see them, so we had a conversation across the front of the store. When I chose a product and turned around, I realized absolutely all eyes were on me. To avoid encouraging chitchat I refused eye contact, as one does. So, I don't know anything about the facial expressions of the people watching me. For me, any awkwardness was my discomfort walking around with so much skin showing. Weirdly, id rather be nude in public than scantily clad.