Ages ago, I briefly dated a mechanic. His name was Tyler. He was 6'4", had bright red hair, and was very sweet. One evening while I made dinner, he ran to the store for a couple of things we might need, and came back laughing hysterically at the look the cashier gave him when he paid for a chocolate cream pie, a toothbrush, some motor oil, and a box of condoms.
Mike came home in the worst mood tonight. Bad day at work, insanely hot and no air conditioner in his car, and feeling kind of blah. It was Todd's night with the kids, so to cheer Mike up, I took him out for a martini, and then to play a game based on that experience at the drugstore nearby. In five minutes, we each had to find three disparate objects that would be mortifying to buy together.
Mike chose Nair, KY, and numbing cream. I chose a Christian sympathy card that started with "His Healing Love," Preparation H suppositories, and a plunger. Who do you think won?
