That Must Be Why No One Makes Supplements Out Of The Corpse Flower
I am a woman working in a drugstore, so I often have to have strange conversations with customers who are embarrassed to talk about certain personal things — i.e., those looking for laxatives, enemas, condoms, Plan B, etc. I’ve been here long enough and have enough nieces and nephews to not be grossed or weirded out by pretty much anything they ask for assistance with. Like… I literally have too much work to do to CARE what they’re buying.
This conversation happened one day, and I’m still not sure if it was the subject of the conversation or my gender that made this customer uncomfortable.
Me: “Can I help you find anything, sir?”
Customer: “Huh? No, I just…” *points to personal intimacy section* “What the heck is horny goat weed?”
Me: “Exactly what it sounds like.”
Customer: “I don’t even know if I know what it sounds like!”
Me: “It’s made from a plant often called horny goat weed.”
Customer: “Why is it with the condoms?”
Me: “Because, among other things, it’s known to make men horny.”
Customer: “…”
Me: “Can I help you with anything else, sir?”
Customer: “No… I think… that’s everything. Thanks… for your… help…”
Me: *Cheerfully* “Let me know if you have any other questions!”
He left very quickly after that.
