So many men won't do it.
They have to hide their head.
If they must go...please let God know
he'd like to be struck dead.
Of course the store is crowded
It has to be that way...
How could this trip get any worse?
''Hey there! '' The neighbors say.
But if you only saw yourself
through other women's eyes,
you'd see a thoughtful, caring man
that fills their heart with sighs.
When a man can go buy tampons
and not care if he's seen,
he must be a true sweetheart....
or else SHE' S REALLY MEAN!
Oh, the sheer embarrassment! Luckily my man was OK on this one. Nice read. Love Ernestine XXX
I believe that's a poor determination of a man's real personality.
Is it deja vu or did I not comment upon this before. In other words: is this a repost. Never mind. I love it all the same. Hey Mary are all the men around your area rednecks or something! I have never seen the problem. As far as I am concerned if Tina can go and get my shaving gel then I can buy her tampons. I have to go along with Hound. The women's section, oh give me a break!
amusing Mary - maybe in the expanded edition you can add a scene where the cashier goes on the loud speaker and asks for a price check on the tampons. cheers.
I ussualy get a pak of Kleenex and they can roll their own hihiiihihihih nice one dave xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very funny, Mary. It's kind of a sociological experience because you discover the various kinds of tampons when you're looking for the exact kind she told you to get. I actually don't mind buying them. Now, holding her purse in the department store while she's trying on clothes is a completely different matter. Forget about that! I think women's sections of department stores should have little sitting areas for men with monitors tuned to ESPN. Then I wouldn't mind holding the purse.