I stopped by Kroger on the way back from my school, where I picked up the flash drive I had left in the back of the computer in my classroom and a laptop I checked out for use at an upcoming conference I’m attending. The woman behind me in line had a frightening countenance, garishly painted in the most unnatural hues. The John Cougar Mellencamp song “Jack and Diane” was playing over Kroger’s music system. She was singing along, and not quietly. I tried to ignore her, but it got to be too difficult. I noticed that she was purchasing a package of small/medium Depends in a bright pink plastic bag. If I was buying something like that, I’m not sure I’d be drawing attention to myself by singing really loudly along with the store music, but that’s just me. Then as the checker was processing her purchase, she started to put the Depends in a plastic grocery bag. The woman stopped her, saying she didn’t need a bag.
The incredulous clerk asked, just to be sure, “You don’t want a bag?” Let me finish her thought — you don’t mind carrying this big bag of adult diapers into the parking lot where everyone can see it?
The strange customer said, “No, it has handles on the top.”
Sure enough she carried the bag out into the parking lot, hopped into her car, and sped off.