A man walks into a pharmacy and spends several minutes wandering up and down the aisles. Eventually, a clerk asks if he needs any help.
“I’m looking for a box of tampons for my wife,” he says.
The clerk points him to the right aisle.
A few minutes later, the man returns carrying a giant bag of cotton balls and a spool of string, then sets them on the counter.
The clerk looks puzzled. “Sir, I don’t mean to be nosy, and feel free not to answer, but I thought you were buying tampons for your wife.”
“You see,” the man says, “yesterday I sent my wife to the store for a carton of cigarettes. She came home with a tin of tobacco and a pack of rolling papers because, according to her, ‘It’s soooo much cheaper.’
“So if I have to roll my own, so does she.”
