The 6 Worst Words for a Single Dad
Yesterday, I was laughing with my daughter about some of the funny stuff that happened over the years. The topic came up about some of the “tricky” situations that had occurred due to not having a female around to deal with certain issues.
The one that never fails to make us laugh is when I was on my way home one night and my cell phone rang. “Dad, I am out of tampons.” Oh, great. This should be fun.
The first time you make this emergency run is always an adventure. It seems easy enough, until you hit the feminine hygiene isle at the supermarket. It must be 50 yards long!
Don’t ask me why, but for some reason I felt like the entire store was following me on the security camera. I walked around a bit to gather myself. I was ready. Like on a combat mission, I was going in!
I checked out the different boxes, brands, and models. This felt like being at the car dealership, looking for just the right options. Now I needed to make the call. Standing in front of the dizzying array of products, I talked softly into my cell phone, ” Which one do you need? Lightdays, regular, super, compact?”
After I got that sorted out, she requests I get her some pads as well. I go to that section and of course there is not just one pad selection! Again, the soft conversation as I looked around to make sure no one was listening. ” Do you need wings, lite days, maxi?”
Once the selection was made, and I found myself carrying nothing but two feminine products, I realized that drastic action was needed. I don’t no why this was so uncomfortable. It’s not like the woman at the checkout was going to think I was using these for myself. But for some reason I just felt self conscious.
As I approached the checkout isle, I found my solution.
Slowly riding down the conveyor, my two feminine products and a pack of Juicy Fruit. Mission accomplished!
One last note. For a short time I did have a recurring nightmare. It usually ended hearing over the loudspeaker , ” Price check for Ultra Compact Pads with Wings!”
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Better tip….this is what those new “self check-out” lanes are for. The scanner never knows you’re a man!
If it makes you feel any better, the feminine hygiene aisle can be almost as confusing for us women as it is for you guys. Kudos to you to being such a brave soul, though! I know a lot of husbands/boyfriends/dads who would have outright refused.
But seriously – can I pass on a tip to your daughter? Have her check out http://www.divacup.com/. I made the switch 2 1/2 years ago, and I honestly haven’t bought a feminine hygiene product since. It’s convenient, it saves me TONS of money, and it’s good for the environment, as well. Just sayin’.
Big fan of scanners, too. No prying eyes. So, mission accomplished and job well done. Here’s something you can pass along from those of us who can’t always be sure that there’s someone available for a late night drug store run.
Emergency/back up supply on hand – no excuses! I lived too many years where blizzards were typical …nothing like the security of knowing you’ve got this preditable situation covered.
BTW, you sound like a great dad!
I am a woman and I hate shopping for the “feminine” stuff! Good for you, Dad! Way to be strong for your daughter! : )
Thanks for the great comments and tips! Nice to have great ideas from “the other side”.
FdA1Wf HHIS I should have toghuht of that!