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I almost forgot to say how evil the supermarket I went to was. SO evil.
So I went to the supermarket looking for sanitary napkins. I picked up a few things as I was looking for them (unfamiliar with that supermarket), went to the section that they should've been in and couldn't find them. Excuse me for thinking that the sanitary napkins should be in the section with paper towels and regular *gasp!* NAPKINS!!! WHY did they hide the sanitary napkins from me??? What kind of world is this where people can just put tampons any old place they see fit??? Above the dairy products?? That shit is obscene! I spent nearly half an hour looking for the sanitary napkins to find them above the milk?! That shit is gross!
Mind you, there's only one person working (one person that's not behind a counter or cutting meat) and he's engrossed in some heavy convo so I can't interrupt them and say "excuse me, but why in the world AREN'T the pads in the section with the paper towels? And where the hell have you saddists hidden them?!?" So I keep walking up and down the aisles. While he can't tear himself from his convo, he still finds the need to stare at me like I'm trying to steal. I can't steal what I can't find, ass!!
By the time I found the damn things I wasn't menstruating anymore. I'm on menopause now!!!
So I went to the supermarket looking for sanitary napkins. I picked up a few things as I was looking for them (unfamiliar with that supermarket), went to the section that they should've been in and couldn't find them. Excuse me for thinking that the sanitary napkins should be in the section with paper towels and regular *gasp!* NAPKINS!!! WHY did they hide the sanitary napkins from me??? What kind of world is this where people can just put tampons any old place they see fit??? Above the dairy products?? That shit is obscene! I spent nearly half an hour looking for the sanitary napkins to find them above the milk?! That shit is gross!
Mind you, there's only one person working (one person that's not behind a counter or cutting meat) and he's engrossed in some heavy convo so I can't interrupt them and say "excuse me, but why in the world AREN'T the pads in the section with the paper towels? And where the hell have you saddists hidden them?!?" So I keep walking up and down the aisles. While he can't tear himself from his convo, he still finds the need to stare at me like I'm trying to steal. I can't steal what I can't find, ass!!
By the time I found the damn things I wasn't menstruating anymore. I'm on menopause now!!!