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Here’s a sticky situation from Angela:

I can honestly say that I had made it through the first 3 decades of my life without having what one would call, “A most embarrassing moment.”  However, one crisp, fall morning that all changed…

I had taken two of my boys (then ages 3 ½ and 1 ½) to a local store for a few necessary supplies.  Among those supplies were pads (the feminine hygiene kind).  This particular day, I walked away feeling quite smug as I had been able to pick-up ten boxes at the mere sale price of 88 cents per box.  My confidence was a little shaken when I placed them into the back of my cart (where my oldest son was located) and he proceeded to heave them right back out and tell me, “I don’t want those in here with me.”  I calmly picked them up and placed them back into the cart, gave my eldest off-spring “the look” and merrily proceeded to shop.

As my then youngest child, was going through a very independent stage, he didn’t want me to push the shopping cart in the traditional fashion (from the front – where he was seated); therefore, I was pulling it from the back. The kids were being unusually cooperative so I took my time shopping, even daring to stop and look at a video for an upcoming birthday. As I stooped to the bottom shelf to browse the Thomas the Tank Engine video selection, something on the floor caught my eye. I turned my head to see what it was (money, perhaps?) and noticed it was a pad – the kind I used. Funny, I thought, but in an effort to keep the store clean I proceeded toward it to pick it up and discard of it. It was then that I noticed the entire aisle – leading back from the way we had just come - was littered intermittently with pads – the very kind I used! It was also at this same time I noticed there were two other individuals in the aisle with me, and they both were looking at my cart.  I looked down to find my oldest child (still located in the back of the cart) with about 15 pads stuck all over the inside of the cart, and even one on the back of his younger brother. I was mortified!  I quickly ripped all the pads from the cart and threw them away, all the while enduring the roaring laughter from the two college students in the aisle with me.  Then, to add to my humiliation, I had to pick up the pads lying on the aisle floor.  As I neared the end of the video aisle where we were shopping, I noticed the pads went around the corner, and down the last 3 aisles we had been in! Defeated, I pickup up each and every one.

Stripped of all dignity, I proceeded to the check-out, handed the cashier the box of pads and said, “these were opened.”  I then paid for my purchases and left.

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