Embarrassed buying food for sploshing?

[sweetnpied]

A little embarrassment is half the fun. Reminds me of purchasing a copy of Razzle with the lovely Karen Parkington covered in custard on the cover.

LOL, kurlt. Well, there are different levels of embarrassment, sweetie. Some of it wonderful, some of it very uncomfortable. A teenage female asking me, a forty-year old woman, questions about the dozen or so bottles of chocoate sundae syrup I'm buying (and only bottles of syrup), makes me more than just a little uncomfortable, even if I don't think we know each other. Change the cashier to a hot-looking 25 year old with whom I can have annonymous sex, NOW WE'RE TALKING! (Just FYI, this is the fantasy in my mind, guys. Don't get any ideas here. I'm completely faithful to hubby!)

The embarrassment of my neighbors seeing 11 cases marked "White Star chocolate pudding" sitting on our front porch all day until I get home from work is SERIOUSLY an uncomfortable level of embarassment because I KNOW and LIVE with these people and will SEE them and TALK to them for the next several years. (I'm driving home during all my lunch breaks these next 3 work-days until I'm home for good for 10 days to begin my wamathon with hubby.)

Then of course, there's the kind of embarrassment I'd get to experience if I'd ever have the chance to live out one of my very dirtiest fantasies of being a stripper who, for whatever reason, is restrained to the point where I can't defend myself and I get absolutely plastered in goo by every horny guy (and I guess, under those unique circumstances, I'd probably not even object to a few horny ladies) in the audience. (I mean, with my face and eyes completely covered, how would I know who's a male sexually assaulting me and who's a female? I know... I probably could tell the difference. At least, most of the time. But not every time, I bet.) Now THAT would be some mind-blowing orgasmic embarrassment. I would think like AT LEAST a dozen orgasms in a row!
Smooch
Christina

[sweetsophie]

I have used many exuses and still do lol
From my freind likes to hold parties
to
yeah i like to bake lol

when im buying 50 packets of custard I say
yeah i erm like bread and butter pudding haha
Im sure they dont believe me
but i always leave sainsburies giggling lol

Sometimes i think
surely its my buisnes what i do with all this lot right???
Im paying you guys arent I ???
lol

One time this student guy looked at my 20 bottles of golden syrup and 20 tins of golden syrup and and said
'thats a bit random isnt it'
I giggled so much knowing 'random' was the new 'in ' student word hehehehe
and said yeah ! i guess it is! what i can i say! I just love to be random !!!
I was laughing for the rest of the day lol :p

Wam shopping is so much fun !

Hugs from SweetSophie x x x

[NINA]

I would say buy all that syrup was a bit expensive to be random!

[sweetnpied]

I have used many exuses and still do lol

Sometimes i think
surely its my buisnes what i do with all this lot right???
Im paying you guys arent I ???
lol
Wam shopping is so much fun !

Hugs from SweetSophie x x x

Sophie, I soooo agree that if I'm buying something at full price and not looking for a bargain, it's my business what I'm doing with it. But I simply don't have your attitude about it. I HATE when people say anything. I'm glad very few do because I think most Americans are so uptight to want to mention such a subject as wamming in public, they don't say anything. Plus being a 40 y/o business woman type when I pick up stuff at lunchtime or on my way home from work I think intimidates people from asking questions... except the young cashiers. It's rather common these days to have high school and college students be cashiers in my area because it's cheaper to pay them. The only time I've ever had anyone ask anything is when a teenger is at the cash register. And then I become even MORE nervous. I don't have any children, but I'm certainly old enough to be the same age as these cashiers' mothers. It's like my natural maternal instincts take over and I feel embarassed that someone who could be the age of one of my kids could be thinking, "What's this old lady doing playing in this stuff?"