Monday, September 19, 2005

Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket.

I had to go to Fred Meyer today (sort of like a cross between Super Wal-Mart and Super Target), and I saw The. Funniest. Thing. Ever.

I was standing in line at the self-checkout (which you might remember I have had a bad experience with before), and, as I perfected my 50-yard stare to try to avoid eye contact with any of the old ladies in front of me who might want to tell me about their creepy grandkids, I noticed the end of the grocery aisle nearest me was the display of all the various boxes of condoms...a surprisingly large array if I do say so myself.

Above the condoms on the top of the aisle wall was sitting a bucket with a bunch of rags and stuff in it and a sign on the outside that said "Wet Spill Cleanup Kit."

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