Friday, March 31, 2006
I shared a room in New Orleans with my friends Kelly and Clay. That's Clay up there holding the tampons. I'm not sure how long Kelly and Clay have been married but it must be approaching the twenty year mark. This trip showed Clay exactly how married he is.
Saturday morning, Kelly informed us from the restroom that she had gotten a little surprise and needed some tampons. After calling all the women in our group and finding out that no one had any tampons, we called the front desk and found out that the souvenir shop next door to our hotel sold tampons.
Being the wonderful guy he is and not wanting to become divorced just shy of their twenty year (give or take a few years) anniversary, Clay left the hotel in pursuit of tampons and panty liners. After making his purchase, the clerk asked Clay if he wanted a bag. For some reason, Clay said no.
Clay is a laid back guy and walks at a very leisurely pace all the time. I don't think I've ever seen Clay walk faster than a stroll. So, picture Clay, casually sauntering down Bourbon Street at about 10:00 a.m. with tampons in one hand and panty liners in the other.
That's pretty damn married right there.