A dramatization of a true event. I’m glad my outy vagina doesn’t need this sort of attention much.
Also, if you’re a person who works at a pharmacy, there’s no need to yell about it OR act like you’re a spy smuggling someone something secret, just be cool about it. Like it’s natural, like it’s your friggin job.
Unrelated: The other day a portly gentleman in front of me bought a small box of pringles and immediately tripped and sent half of them flying over a car. It was great. I saw butt crack. Not so great.
↓ Transcript
"Hi, can I get some medicine for thrush?"
"Did you say THRUSH?"
"Uh, Yes."
"WOULD YOU LIKE THE ONE YOU RUB ON YOUR VAGINA OR THE ONE YOU SHOVE UP YOUR VAGINA!?"
"Did you say THRUSH?"
"Uh, Yes."
"WOULD YOU LIKE THE ONE YOU RUB ON YOUR VAGINA OR THE ONE YOU SHOVE UP YOUR VAGINA!?"
This makes me oh-so-grateful that in Canada, you can just buy your yeast infection medication right off the shelf. No intermediaries asking whether or not you want to shove something up your hoo-ha.