August 22, 2004


Boy, the stuff you have to deal with at Costco.

We were all doing our Sunday bulk shopping (8 gallon jug of pork rinds???), when we turned the corner with the cart.

"Mom,'' Brian asks in a very loud voice. "Didn't you say that you need Tampax?"

Grace blushes. "Uh, no, I didn't."

Two or three beats later...

"Dad, what's Tampax?"

"Just personal stuff for women, Brian."

"But what does it do?"

"Personal stuff."

Grace walks away as fast as she can, blushing. Brian stays behind to read the box, trying to figure it out on his own.

She and I get about 20 steps away before realizing Brian's all alone, still examining the pallet of Tampons like he's studying for the Bar exam.

"That's a Kodak moment," I say to her.

"Go back and take a photo," she says.

So I do.

And the photo I shot is in the column at right.

Posted by Jeff at August 22, 2004 05:40 PM


Posted by: Chris Short at August 22, 2004 06:33 PM

You have me and Susan in Tears!!! You need to save this photo for one of his future girlfriends. It definitely ranks up there with the naked Baby Photo!

Posted by: Drew at August 22, 2004 08:41 PM

This would be a perfect post for either the Carnival of the Vanities or the Bonfire of the Vanities. You choose.

Pretty damn funny.

Posted by: J at August 23, 2004 12:39 PM

too funny...

Posted by: Tommy at August 23, 2004 01:15 PM