| I'm gonna be a gor gor? |
I've been through this before, you know, the going to the store to get the test kit and all. I thought I would be smooth... seasoned... posh... sophisticated. Just get and go. But I was feeling conscious, and the ends of my lips kept threatening to pop into a smile.
I walked into Guardian feeling audacious. This is going to be just another normal purchase. That is, until I saw how awesomely they have organised their store.
Their organisation was just too good. They grouped all their products neatly, and got the sections labelled boldly, in BIG PRINT, such that everyone will clearly see that I will be at:
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I'm not feeling audacious anymore.
Quickly, I got to the section, and squatted down. Phew.
Good old Clearblue was at the bottom of the shelf. That's nice. You know, now Clearblue has a digitized version. It tells you in words whether you are 'pregnant', or 'not pregnant'. It's cool, but I'm a veteran. Buying that would be an insult to my experienced self. So I got the usual plus or minus one.
And the rest of the story... well... you know by now.
