Tonight I went to Dominick’s to pick up about 12 lbs of sweet potatoes, 20 oranges and an ovulation predictor kit. Yeah, that’s right, an ovulation predictor kit.
Our Dominick’s hasn’t carried an OPK since August. I’ve complained to them. I’ve even encouraged them, “Surely this is a high margin product that takes up relatively little shelf space. And hey, I’m a sure thing – I will BUY the kits – promise!”
So tonight, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I decided to harass a poor, awkward 16 year old boy, who was probably counting down the minutes to going home and playing Rock Band or blowing 2 hours on YouTube videos. We’ll call him Ed. Ed was slowly facing the toothpaste aisle.
Me: Excuse me…
Me: Hi, do you have any more of the Clear Blue Easy Ovulation Predictor Kits in back?
Ed: Uh… yeah, uh, let me go check in the back.
Ed trudged off to the back room to probably pace back and forth for a while, kick a few large boxes and wonder what he did today to deserve to look for women’s feminine hygiene-type products. He might have asked a manager back there about it, but probably not.
Then Ed shuffled back down the aisle to me.
Ed: uh, yeah… no… uh … none of those back there.
To Ed, wherever you are, one day you’re going to have to hold your wife’s purse in the mall and it won’t even phase you – you know why? Cuz I made you go look for an Ovulation Predictor Kit. Ed, your wife will thank me later 🙂