Dear Sam’s Club Shopper:
I want to be completely open and honest, now that you’re not standing in front of me with that inquisitive look, no doubt thinking to yourself, “Does he use these things?!?”
I don’t … honestly.
I know you saw me perusing the selections and placing the Bulk Economy package (Then again, what else does Sam’s Club sell?) into my cart. I know that you were only looking for a recommendation … from a guy … who MIGHT use them, even if you can’t come right out and ask that question without running the risk of insult or embarrassment (mine, not yours).
I know I shouldn’t feel awkward or uneasy discussing what has become a more frequent, open, and necessary product. Of course I knew that whenever Carol asked me to pick up “feminine needs”.
I know there’s nothing odd, weird, or emasculating about running such a loving errand. Still it made me a bit skittish and self-conscious. Just like our conversation today.
I swear … I really was buying them for another family member. I swear …
Just stop looking at me like that!
Or was that just my skittish, self-conscious imagination? Maybe it was the fact that I had mumbled to myself … right before you walked up to me, “I wonder if anyone who sees me thinks I need these things?”
Sometimes I am my own worst enemy.
By the way, your father seemed like a very nice man when he rejoined you and we exchanged knowing glances. He’s lucky to have someone, who is looking out for him and doing everything they can to maintain his dignity in a difficult, but thoughtful way.
My wife, Carol, could teach a few things on the subject of taking care of our parents.
I hope I helped what little I could.
It’s never easy to confront the ravages of age. Most of us will get there in due time. Let’s hope we have those to take care of us when the time comes.