I was in line at the drug store when I noticed that the woman in front of me was buying the same stuff I was: a box of tampons and a big-ass bottle of Aleve. I kind of wanted to say, “Hey, good luck with your horrible cramps,” but I thought that might make me look kind of like a merchandise-spying nutjob.

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