The Big 5-0

This post marks my 50th blog entry - crazy! Especially considering if we look back at the first blog post back in April I wasn't even sure I'd keep up with this.

I've been thinking a lot about what to do with my 50th post. I thought maybe I could use this as a reflection, but that seemed boring. So I've been waiting for something exciting to happen, something interesting. This whole Frankenstorm is coming so I figured that could be the one, but no, something more horrifying just happened.

I just went to CVS to grab some cash from the ATM to prepare for this potential disaster. Whilst there I decide to restock on some feminine items. CVS is pretty empty, with the bulk of employees outside talking and unloading a shipment of boxes. I go down the feminine aisle and I think no one is there, and there's a pole that obstructs the aisle. I walk past the pole and there before me is a man with his fly down, reaching to grab his junk in his boxers and a box of condoms in the other hand.

I stop and gasp, he sees me and gives a startled "Aaah!" Zips his fly and bolts. I'm left standing there like did that just happen?

What on earth was he doing? Was he going to try one on to see if it fit and looked/felt good?

I figured he must have left, but no I bump into him two more times and each time he immediately puts the box of condoms behind him. And then I go to self checkout and he then uses a checkout next to mine, we both avoided eye contact and stiffened (no pun intended). Then an employee was like "Hey man need some help?" And the condom guy was super charming and made small talk.

He looked so normal....but was so not. Unless that's a thing. I've never been condom shopping so I wouldn't know.