The Reluctant Tampon Shopper

He just wanted to pick up some candy canes to give out at work during the past Christmas Season.  Mr. Man asked me to accompany him to Walmart.  He knows I hate Walmart.  I know that's un-American, but my father frequently tells me I'm a communist because I don't like:  brussels sprouts, pie, Jeopardy (Aaron Rodgers likes Jeopardy), or fishing.  Basically anything I don't like that he likes means I'm a communist.

Anyway, we went to Walmart and I worked to control my hyperventilating.  Mainly, I don't like Walmart because it's usually merchandised in such a way that the shelves are stacked high and very close together which makes me claustrophobic.  If the shelves are not close together, they seem flimsy and like they are going to topple at any moment.

While he went in search of someone to help him with the massive number of candy canes he wanted, I went to see if Walmart actually had my brand and size of tampons.  See, in December 2010, my brand of tampon (ob) experienced a 'temporary supply interruption'.  It was four months of bitching and complaining -- Mr. Man was sympathetic, but sick of hearing, "You don't use a brand of tampon for 25 years and just switch!  It's inhumane!"  The only reprieve he had was the two weeks succeeding the Packers' win of the Superbowl.  It was the Great ob Tampon Shortage of Winter 2010 (or was it 2011 -- I don't know what it's supposed to be when winter straddles two years).