Am I really blogging this?

Whatever, I'm getting old and I don't care anymore: When buying generic-brand Gas-X (see previous post) at Target, it helps ease the mind to choose the middle-aged female cashier who has a probability of speaking broken English. I feel like the likelihood of being silently judged is drastically decreased.

UPDATE: I just bought one of these:

in perfect condition, at the groin-grabbingly awesome price of $1.99 (that's ONE DOLLAH AND NINETY-NINE CENT, yo) at a nearby thrift store! Let's just call this my birthday present to myself. *pats self on back*