Wetsoks: Hey, buddy.
Me: Dude. What's up?
Wetsoks: Um. Look.
Me: (immediately panicking) Oh god, no one ever starts a good sentence with "um, look"!
Wetsoks: No! Everything is fine! It's just... well...
Me: Seriously, what?
Wetsoks: (uncomfortably) We had some free products at work. Um. Like, samples, and stuff. You know?
Me: (slowly) Yes?
Wetsoks: So I got you some.
Me: Thanks - wait, samples of what?
Wetsoks produced her hands from behind her back with some embarrassment, and thrust a small brightly coloured box at me.
Wetsoks: They're tampons.
Me: Yes, they are.
Wetsoks: Um. Is it weird for me to give you tampons as a gift?
Me: Well... no one has actually presented me with tampons for years, so I suppose it's quite nice?
We stared at each other in mounting puzzlement.
Wetsoks: Um. They're scented.
Me: I see that.
Wetsoks: (beginning to sweat) I mean, I'm not saying anything!
Wetsoks: They were free!
Me: Uh huh.
There was a brief silence.
Wetsoks: You should totally blog about this.
Me: No, it's much too embarrassing.
Wetsoks: More embarrassing than... (and here she listed off a number of things which correctly, were much more embarrassing than this post and the least of which involved the fact that earlier this week, I asked for a cup of tea while in a pub, and was ID'd. This isn't so bad until you consider that I am going to be 27 in less than a month and have been attempting to carefully cultivate wrinkles for some years now with only the scantest success) ...with the Lithuanians?
Me: (irritably) Yes, yes, fine, point made.
And so it was.