Our new place is located is a somewhat rural area. The closest mall is two hours away. The town's economy is primarily driven by tourism, so we do have some hoi-ty toi-ty boutique-style shops, but certainly no department stores...we do have a RiteAid, though.
|These are not Calvin Klein's|
Doc H: I forgot to pack underwear. I have to buy some.
Me: We're here for one more night. Can't you just turn them inside out?
Doc H: No! Where can I find some?
Me: I don't think you're going to find any.
Doc H: There's an apparel store! (Brakes, squeal, pulls over, ouch, whip lash...we go inside)
Doc H: Hello, Ms. Saleslady. Do you carry men's underwear?
Saleslady: (frowning) Nooooooo, we don't. Saw-reeeee....
Doc H: Do you know where I can buy some?
Saleslady: Umm... did you try RiteAid???
(back in the car)
Doc H: (despondent and defeated) RiteAid?!!! I'm not wearing under from RITEAID!
Me: Where do all the locals buy their underwear?
Doc H: They must all go commando.
(...trying to mount a bathroom mirror)
Doc H: (getting tired of holding up the heavy mirror and frustrated with my slow mechanical abilities) Did you get it?!!
Me: I can't get it in the hole!
Doc H: Thank God you're not a man.