Poignant moments are few and far between at my local New World Supermarket. Once a stack of lettuces fell on a fat women. The irony was not lost on her fellow shoppers.
All that changed last Monday night.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wife dispatched me to the New World to buy women's sanitary products. It was emergency, apparently. I didn't argue.
As I confidently searched for the appropriate product, a young man shuffled nervously bedside. He was bewildered. Clearly he was out of his depth. I was happy to assist.
Me: You right there mate?
Young bloke: Nah, been sent down here to get some pads, I've got no fucking idea which ones she wants
Me: OK, has her period just started?
Young bloke: Must have eh. She seemed pretty grumpy
Me: Did she say exactly what she wanted?
Young bloke: Yeah pads, but I didn't know there would be so many bloody pads (he didn't notice the pun)
Me: My guess is she has just started so she will want these heavy duty overnight ones
Young Bloke: Cheers mate
Me: No worries
Proficiency in pad buying comes with at least five years of marriage. One must also learn to listen to your wife's instructions and follow the Simpsons repeat at the same time. Difficult, but achievable.
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