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I made a pleasant discovery about myself on Wednesay, that I thought I'd share with you all: I have limits, and even though I'm rarely pushed out that far, I will simply refuse to go past them should the situation arise (this is good because I had been worrying in an abstract, detached way, that this point didn't really exist). Keep in mind, that for the first ten minutes of the conversation I was embarassed but willing to continue on anyway. We covered the difference between brand name and generic, wings vs. without wings, thick and thin vs. normal, heavy and overnight. No one can say that I skimped on my duties as guide and informant. But then, when you asked about the items on the next shelf over, you just went too far. If you can't tell what they are from the picture on the box, you've probably never used one before, and damned if I'm going to explain how to use tampons in the middle of a crowded supermarket, with annoyed customers already queueing behind us to get to the shelves. Sorry hon, for the moment you're shit out of luck. Stick to pads - it won't kill you.