One of the first jobs I ever had was as a clerk in a pharmacy. I worked the third shift because the hours suit a night owl and there was a twenty-five cent shift differential. The things you'd do for a quarter when you were young.
One morning just before shift change, a 20-something guy in obvious discomfort purchased a Fleet® enema. As I rang him up, he asked, "Do you have this in another flavor?"
His demeanor indicated this was no joke. He was either in pain or REALLY embarrassed.
Humiliated enough for both of us, and fighting laughter, I stammered, "Um...no, Sir, that doesn't come in...in...flavors. You do know this...is not for use orally, right?"
He muttered, "OK, fine, whatever," grabbed his change and left. He barely made it out the door before I fell apart. The shift change showed up while I was still giggling, and midway through my story, the same unfortunate fellow raced back in the door, down an aisle and up to the register, red in the face and clutching a bottle of the Pink Stuff in his hand. "I got the WRONG THING!!"
I had to pull over, hysterical, halfway home. NO WAY would I have gone back for the Pepto®.
(Original photo by Kenneth Lu, some rights reserved.)