dalekboy (dalekboy) wrote,
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A sex-post kind of day...

I know a couple of people on here who will appreciate this. I drag myself to the supermarket to pick up a few things, and decide while there I better get some condoms. Shaz has been decidedly more amourous of late, and since we don't want her to go getting pregnant just yet, we're using condoms.

So I go looking and there are vibrating (which are sold out), plain, and ribbed. So, plain or ribbed? I decide I want ribbed in the hopes that my lady may enjoy it more. 6-pack or 12? I'm a pretty optimistic guy, so I want a twelve pack.

Except.

The only twelve packs they have either have two glow-in-the-dark condoms, or two chocolate flavoured condoms included in the dozen. I just want twelve ribbed condoms. Now there are times when I'd go the glow, but today, no. My mood was such that the idea of glow-in-the-dark or flavoured condoms that I don't want was intensely annoying.

I check through the shelves. Nope. If I want a twelve pack of Ansell, my condom of choice, I have to choose between two options I don't want. I'm still not coping with the world well, little things are tending to break me. I'm tempted to just walk away. But if I don't buy them, I'm sure to regret it.

Ansell you bastards! Don't replace two of the condoms I definitely want with two types I don't want! If you want me to try the product in the hopes I'll go for them, chuck in the two non-standard ones as extras dammit! Then I have the condoms I want, and I may try out the others and decide I like them, and I'll certainly think better of the company for it.

I bought a six-pack.
Tags: identity, rants, sex, unimportant but annoying
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