A few weeks ago, I mentioned to C-Man that I was out of maxi-pads and needed to run over to CVS and pick some up. He asked “Run over there in what?” and I said “Huh?” and then I remembered that we had no working vehicle. Blarg!
C-Man then proved that I was right to marry him (even though he is a lawyer) by concluding the only reasonable thing to do was for him to walk 20+ minutes up and down hills under a highway and through a dark neighborhood to CVS and bring back whatever I needed. Extraordinarily generous for a man with a bad knee.
I concluded differently. My solution was to go across the street to the house where several polite and pleasant young women live and ask if anyone could spare a couple of items to get me through the night until C-Man’s mom brought her working vehicle back and I could drive to the store.
(Please note that the solution of going back in time to purchase a house within more reasonable walking distance of a grocery store or drugstore – like everywhere else I lived for the decade before we moved in here – did not seem feasible that evening.)
C-Man was not quite aghast, but he was quite concerned that this would be terribly embarrassing for me. He reiterated his willingness to make the trek. I told him that I thought he could probably go to the Whip-In, which is far closer, but that the house across the street was closer still and it was really no big deal.
“It’s a girl thing!” I insisted, “It’s fine!”
Indeed it was fine. Girlfriend across the street gave me several each of two different kinds and even apologized that she didn’t have a bag for me to put everything in. I went home and said “see?” and he said “well okay then” and I went along my merry way thinking that other woman would have done as I did and C-Man was just out of the loop because he’s a guy.
Then I told Grace, and she said “Wow, I would have found that really embarrassing.”
I was shocked.
So, women of the internet, tell me, what would you have done?