Now It's a Party

Last night, a group of about 5 girls in their late teens came in together. They were going back and forth between the condoms (which are in a locked cabinet) and the feminine products. I overheard them several times saying, "Just ask the pharmacist." Oh, joy.

They finally approached the counter and blurted, "We need seven tubes of KY Jelly!"

Uhmmm, sure let me get that for you.

"Don't worry, it's not what you think. We're going to a party."

That does not make me feel ANY better!