So after I left the clinic we went to Eckerd's where I proceeded to spend $26 dollars American on 1) apple juice 2) Chloraseptic Spray 3) some bridal magazine and 4) condoms.
I like to think the girl behind the counter was thinking "What kind of nutjob comes in to buy a combination of these four things?" but she's probably seen worse.
Speaking of condoms, on the move out here we stopped at quite a few truck stops and I took quite a few pee breaks and while taking those pee breaks I stared right at quite a few condom machines. So at one truck stop, as a surprise to Squeeks, I put in three quarters and got a French Tickler.
When I got back to the truck I said "Here you go, Baby. I got you a present"
She was amused yet adamant that we would NOT be using that thing because she didn't want "those little antennas breaking off up inside her."
So at the next stop I stuck another three quarters in to the SURPRISE slot of the condom machine thinking maybe I'd get some tiny pictures or something, but out popped another French Tickler. I laid it on the sink for a lonely trucker and walked out.
One French Tickler is funny.
Two French Ticklers are not.