TK's Blog

In all our lives there come times when we must screw up our courage, head down to Boots, and go to buy those Sensitive Items.

Of course the worst thing someone of my demographic might be expected to buy is a box of, ah,"Chemist's Goods," (embarrassing but perhaps good for the ego?)while our unfortunate parents live with the regular humiliation of buying corn plasters, halitosis remedies, vaginal pessaries and an other assorted monstrosities.

I mean no disrespect, but while both are embarrassing, it must be conceded that buying boxes of durex must evoke envy rather than pity from a 19 year old school dropout who moonlights as a cashier when his dayjob as 'acne host' is going a bit slow.
The girls of course, will be used to embarrassment; a female friend of mine buys tampons in bulk
so that she only has to make that mortifying trip once a year, and even then statistically she'll get an understanding woman on the other end of the transaction every other year, no?

Still, it's all well and good, isn't it? After all, you'll likely never see them in another setting, right?

Witness the cashier's remarks to me yesterday when I was buying a moderately touchy item (neither condoms nor hemorrhoid cream you lazy buggers):

He: "Hey, did you go to [my old drama school]"
Me: "What? Er I don't know what you..."
He: "Yeah, I remember you! You were in the class below me! I recognise you face."
Me: "Really? Oh god, yeah..."

Which of course means that now instead of having two chemists (one where they've known me since I was five, and one for touchier things) I shall have to start travelling further afield. Perhaps I should start taking the train to Aberdeen if I need extra strength deodorant just on the safe side.*


*I do not currently use extra strength deodorant. An extra strength antiperspirant might have come in useful a few years ago, but that is purely incidental.

Ahem.