07 August 2002
While in the shampoo/condoms/pregnancy tests aisle (yup, you read that right) at Shopko, I saw a couple head for the condoms and thought, ahh, interesting. They were incongruous: he slightly overweight, balding, she dirty blonde and looking like the type who would let out a hearty guffaw at jokes.
Then came the completely unexpected: "Which one will let you know the fastest?"
I snuck a glance over and saw that the pregnancy tests were right under the condoms. The glance wasn't enough to ascertain their feelings. I could only wonder what their relationship was--they didn't appear to be married. What had at first seemed like a one night stand in my overly-exposed-to-SATC* brain had morphed into something much more serious. I heard them laughing softly together and comparing tests before finally choosing one and leaving the aisle. They left behind so many unanswered questions.
*SATC=Sex and the City
Then came the completely unexpected: "Which one will let you know the fastest?"
I snuck a glance over and saw that the pregnancy tests were right under the condoms. The glance wasn't enough to ascertain their feelings. I could only wonder what their relationship was--they didn't appear to be married. What had at first seemed like a one night stand in my overly-exposed-to-SATC* brain had morphed into something much more serious. I heard them laughing softly together and comparing tests before finally choosing one and leaving the aisle. They left behind so many unanswered questions.
*SATC=Sex and the City