Wal-Mart Aisle 21
by victoria
a while ago
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Here’s something I’ve strongly believed for a very long time. Love is buying tampons for your girlfriend or wife. You know what I mean? I feel that a lot of men have issues with the topic of menstruation, which is understandable, but when it comes to the necessities of getting through that week, we girls usually need all the help we can get. I believe that if he really loves you, he’ll go out and buy you your tampons, or whatever it is that you prefer.
I came across true love at Wal-Mart today. He was an older man who, from the looks of his suit, worked in an office somewhere nearby. There was a definite rush going on in all of the 4 out of 30 lanes open. I chose Aisle 21 (20 items or less). Business man in front of me had one thing and one thing only in his hands. A little bag of Always. I stood behind him, keeping enough distance between the two of us that I could chuckle a little to myself. That was it. I can’t make it clear enough that that bag was all that he held in his left hand. My mind simply reeled.
As he kept looking all around him, I wondered if he was embarrassed or hoping that none of his business associates would see him. I wondered how much his wife had nagged him to MAKE SURE and stop by Wal-Mart on the way home just to buy these for her. Nothing else but these. I wondered if he struggled with the idea. I wondered if he immediately said, “Okay, dear” before hanging up the phone or if he groaned. Here is the consensus that I came to. He loves his wife. A lot. Because this was the ONLY thing in his hand and he didn’t care to distract the cashier with a lot of random items, not even gum or something, I smiled at the fact that he just loves his wife. Maybe I’ve got it all wrong. He has his story, but as for my belief, he loves her.
When he walked in front of the cashier with his single item, she made the situation even more entertaining for me as she pointed out the exact same mini-bag of Always behind him. “Well, there’s a bag right behind you!” she was very friendly. She was a bigger, black woman with a voice as sweet as her smile…and observations. “Right in the middle of those bags of Cheetos!” I couldn’t help but to laugh out loud at the thought that you don’t see pads in the middle of Cheetos every day. The man turned around and as she handed him his purchase, he held his pads up in the air seemingly proud. “Welp, I’ve got what I need right here!” And indeed he did. Indeed he was quite proud of his pads.
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