I parked next to the Dollar Store in the less-densely packed parking area because I like 90 degree angles and the other spots had those 45 degree angled spots that you need a protractor in order to fit properly. Don't look at me like that. In the process, I learned that the shady area next to the Dollar Store is also the official make-out spot of my municipality.
Ironic since that's the kind of trouble that probably got me into this mess.
Ohhh ho ho ho. I kid.
C'mon. A Dollar Store parking lot? We are more caviar than that.
We are Publix kind of people.
Anyway. Of course I was going to the Dollar Store to buy the pregnancy test because even though there are goalies in place, you can never be too sure. You would think someone who cares so much about 90 degree angles would probably have spreadsheets of her menstrual cycle (stop gagging and grow up or I'll put you in a binder full of women) but I work in a place among some 650 uteri. Every month is a new adventure with new ovarian tales to tell. Also, it is well-documented that you can still get a false positive if you are one of the very lucky, which I am.
I later regaled my husband with this, the evidence of heavy petting in cars outside the store that sells the oft-desired Wet n' Wild nail polish and syrupy bottles marked simply Cola. He wanted to know who the kids were. Really? Stay classy, hubs.
When I found myself in the aisle where the dollar preggo tests usually are (it's almost like I've done this before, I know!), they were all cleared out. Because I was determined not to be like Blossom Russo buying maxi pads for the first time, I decided to ask a stock clerk if they were all out of pee sticks. That required me to say aloud the words, "Are you all out of pregnancy tests?" Ugh. Hand me some orange Tic Tacs and call me Juno. I should mention the stock clerk was wearing a scraggly beard costume, basically from the neck up with some festive head-boppers. Exactly the kind of person who just knows where everything is.
She said, "Oh, they're at the front."
Which to me means they are behind lock and key and you need a front desk clerk to retrieve them.
So I ask the cashier if she can help me with pregnancy tests. She wanders over to a regular ol' shelf with all manner of impulse buys. Because you know sometimes you're just in line buying nail polish and you think, Oh, it'd be good if I pick up some lip balm if my lips get chapped and a pregnancy test or four in case I get knocked up. Love being spontaneous! Living dangerously in the Dollar Store!!!
She hooked me up with three tests. One to try first, one just to be sure (because for the price of a dollar, science can only get you so far. If you want an insurance policy on whether or not one test will tell you whether you have a womb squatter or not, you have to pay the big bucks). I tossed in one extra so I wouldn't have to go through this ordeal again. Like, next month.
The front cashier was also in costume, wearing pink spangles from head to toe. She explained it was in support of her auntie who had passed away from cancer. So now she knew something about me and I knew something about her. The transaction was already taking place with no dollars even exchanged! Ah, poetry of life.
As she was bagging up my items another family was approaching the cashier so Pink Spangles said, super on the down-low, "Did you need anything else besides WHAT I HELPED YOU FIND?"
Ummmm. I don't know what she wanted me to say. How about a can opener, and while you're at it, maybe some Botox and is this also the place where I can vote early and often?
Speaking of votes, the results of the pregnancy test were negative but the outlook is positive for keeping my supply of tests well-stocked.