Day 493 of my cross-country adventure...
My train leaving Chicago was 2 hours late... it was 4 hours late pulling into my connection in Pittsburg. They held my connecting train and with a good bit of luck, my bag and myself made it onto the train. I'm now about 1.5 hours behind my arrival time of 2:50pm this afternoon into Philadelphia. And my parents are picking me up at the station because if I have to get on ANOTHER train and take it to Atlantic City... well, let's just say I'm going to stay there for the holidays because my family just doesn't deserve to see me. And well, there's poker.
So I call my mom to give her my arrival status and she asks if I need her to pick me anything up. Actually yes, yes there is. So as I'm sitting in a train full of people I try to whisper, "Tampons."
"What? What I can't hear you."
"Tampons"
"What?"
Finally she says, "Oh Tampax.. ok, what size."
"Uh? Regular?"
So she says Ok and we hang up. Fifteen minutes later my dad calls.
"Hey Lor, is it tampON or tampAX? Mommy didn't know..."
Aww. My 72 year old dad is going to the market to buy his grown daughter tampons... how cute... but I hate the idea of him wandering around the feminine hygenie isle with a dumbfounded look on his face, since I know I am personally overwhelmed with the tampon selection in your local market these days. Plus, I didn't think he really needed to know that Tampax is a name brand of tampons etc. etc. etc. So I just say "Same thing... just get whatever, it's OK." I don't want him to feel pressured.
I couldn't stop giggling when I got off the phone. My dad. He's too cute. I love him so much.
So I call my mom to give her my arrival status and she asks if I need her to pick me anything up. Actually yes, yes there is. So as I'm sitting in a train full of people I try to whisper, "Tampons."
"What? What I can't hear you."
"Tampons"
"What?"
Finally she says, "Oh Tampax.. ok, what size."
"Uh? Regular?"
So she says Ok and we hang up. Fifteen minutes later my dad calls.
"Hey Lor, is it tampON or tampAX? Mommy didn't know..."
Aww. My 72 year old dad is going to the market to buy his grown daughter tampons... how cute... but I hate the idea of him wandering around the feminine hygenie isle with a dumbfounded look on his face, since I know I am personally overwhelmed with the tampon selection in your local market these days. Plus, I didn't think he really needed to know that Tampax is a name brand of tampons etc. etc. etc. So I just say "Same thing... just get whatever, it's OK." I don't want him to feel pressured.
I couldn't stop giggling when I got off the phone. My dad. He's too cute. I love him so much.