I think this could be somewhat embarrassing because I think stuff like this is very private, and quite frankly should not be discussed with just anybody.

frogio: Clean up on isle four...and isle five...and in the parking lot...and down the street...Damn!

I hope that this helps Ed cut that little string of fear to his past. Let's say that you're, like, third in line in the check-out line with some Tampax and all of the other superfluous items that you piled on to that little box in hopes of avoiding embarassment. Imagine this:

(Sound of tinkling bells. Fades to dream. Ed sweating profusely, eyes darting back and forth. Ed makes it to the front of the line. Cashier scans Tampax box.)

"Who are you buying this for?" she asks.

(Low angle, close-up shot of Ed's face. Still sweating profusely, Ed combs his sopping wet hair back with his hand. He doesn't answer.)

"How do you know that these are the right size?" she asks. (Still no answer from Ed, who ducks down, as if tieing the laces on his loafers. Cashier grabs the mike and holds Tampax box up into the air with the other hand, wildly waving it around. "Can I please get three ladies from the stock department to Register 3 for a Tampax sizing?"

(Three girls appear and line up in front of Ed. They unzip their smocks. Ed stares at the one with the little camel toe in her jeans.) "Her?" asks the cashier. "You'll need the Sequoia Size." (Ed faints.)

(Ed scurries out of store. He holds something under his trenchcoat close to his chest. He unlocks car door and in one motion, tosses package into car, starts engine, slams door shut and peels out of parking lot. He heads straight to the nearest cemetery to decompress over the grave of the waiter who witnessed the assassination of Joe "Skinny Joe" Ofantinato at the Lower Manhattan Armenian Pierogi Bar and Grill.)

(Sound of tinkling bells. Fade back to reality)

This will never bother you again, Ed...and if it does...the next time you're sent out on a mission, buy a lot of it. In fact, buy all they have...think well out past her time of need...

She gets her own. She doesn't trust me to get the right one.

this would probably be much more embarassing for a man than a woman.although I would not be thrilled to have a price check on a feminine product it would be oh well. I'am a girl yes i use this stuff.

When I'm sent to the store to pick these things up for significant others.  If there's a woman in the aisle, I'll ask them which one they use.  They always seem to blush.  Yes, I'm evil that way.

 Ok, true story.

A few years back I was in a drug store, standing near a very young and very nervous young woman who finally asked an elderly stock clerk for "Tampax."  He looked at her and said enquiringly, "Do you want the ones you push in with your thumb, or the ones you have to drive in with a hammer."

He thought she said "thumbtacks."

No i place them over the eyes!!!!!

I never buy them. Ever.

Especially if some cruel woman suckered her man into buying them for her.