(Mature thread - 18+ only)
This is my first post to The Escapist but I believe in starting things off with a big bang! (Double entendre alert!)
Do any of you have any embarrassing stories you wish to divulge to the members here regarding the purchase of rubber johnnies/condoms?
To kick off proceedings, I will start by describing one of mine (AKA "The Mission") that took place yesterday.
Feeling a bit frisky, I decided that a perfect anniversary present for the wife would be half a dozen of our little rubber friends but to save my own crippling embarrassment (I'm pathetically English resulting in my maintaining a stiff upper lip at all times), I had in mind two places where I could purchase a fistful of rubber defenders without much human interaction - the local supermarket or the local pharmacy.
Bearing in mind that the supermarket has self service areas, I thought this would be the ideal place to try first, so I snuck in there up to the relevant section like the living embodiment of Sam Fisher (Splinter Cell tune humming in my ears all the way), only to discover that I was about 47 pence short for the cheapest box.
I dashed off to a cash machine, whipped out a quick note and decided that I now had enough monies to buy the most expensive box and give my girl a real treat (there's no expense spared on this set).
I proceeded to head back into the supermarket, plucked the packet of rubbers off the top shelf and then surreptitiously covered them with a copy of Inside Soap (my wife likes her TV soaps so I figured johnnies and a mag would compliment each other very nicely).
Heading back to the self service areas, I narrowly avoided the female assistant helping out, made my purchase and was pleasantly surprised to find that no bells/alarms/clangers went off asking for someone to authorise a purchase with the "Think 21 - send in the SWAT Team" warning message.
As I was merrily sauntering off to the exit like I had liberated the Forbidden Idol from an Indiana Jones film, it was at the exit the alarms finally kicked off - at this point I had to offer up my box of rubber mittens to the security guard so he could peel the security tag off the box.
My grin at the time could not be more sheepish than a whole flock of Shaun the Sheep and I went about as red as Richard Branson's hot air balloon - Game Over man, Game Over!
I realise now that I should have instead marched up to the counter, slapped them on the table and stared straight in the eye of the assistant and yelled "Yep, I'm gonna get me some of this tonight!"
Does anyone else have a story to top this? - If so then next caller - you're on the air!
This is my first post to The Escapist but I believe in starting things off with a big bang! (Double entendre alert!)
Do any of you have any embarrassing stories you wish to divulge to the members here regarding the purchase of rubber johnnies/condoms?
To kick off proceedings, I will start by describing one of mine (AKA "The Mission") that took place yesterday.
Feeling a bit frisky, I decided that a perfect anniversary present for the wife would be half a dozen of our little rubber friends but to save my own crippling embarrassment (I'm pathetically English resulting in my maintaining a stiff upper lip at all times), I had in mind two places where I could purchase a fistful of rubber defenders without much human interaction - the local supermarket or the local pharmacy.
Bearing in mind that the supermarket has self service areas, I thought this would be the ideal place to try first, so I snuck in there up to the relevant section like the living embodiment of Sam Fisher (Splinter Cell tune humming in my ears all the way), only to discover that I was about 47 pence short for the cheapest box.
I dashed off to a cash machine, whipped out a quick note and decided that I now had enough monies to buy the most expensive box and give my girl a real treat (there's no expense spared on this set).
I proceeded to head back into the supermarket, plucked the packet of rubbers off the top shelf and then surreptitiously covered them with a copy of Inside Soap (my wife likes her TV soaps so I figured johnnies and a mag would compliment each other very nicely).
Heading back to the self service areas, I narrowly avoided the female assistant helping out, made my purchase and was pleasantly surprised to find that no bells/alarms/clangers went off asking for someone to authorise a purchase with the "Think 21 - send in the SWAT Team" warning message.
As I was merrily sauntering off to the exit like I had liberated the Forbidden Idol from an Indiana Jones film, it was at the exit the alarms finally kicked off - at this point I had to offer up my box of rubber mittens to the security guard so he could peel the security tag off the box.
My grin at the time could not be more sheepish than a whole flock of Shaun the Sheep and I went about as red as Richard Branson's hot air balloon - Game Over man, Game Over!
I realise now that I should have instead marched up to the counter, slapped them on the table and stared straight in the eye of the assistant and yelled "Yep, I'm gonna get me some of this tonight!"
Does anyone else have a story to top this? - If so then next caller - you're on the air!