Apr 01, 2010 1:12 AM GMT
There are certain products that we must buy that give us away as the vile creatures we are. Some of us have to buy septic tank stuff, some of us have to buy hemmhoroid stuff, some of you who still live with your mothers (you probably live in the basement) have to buy her feminine hygiene products when she sends you with a list to the market, and we all have to buy toilet paper. Does it ever make you self conscious when the cashier picks up your purchase and scans it into the register or if, god forbid, it won't scan and he or she has to announce for too many to hear "PRICE CHECK, PREPARATION H!"?