I headed into the local 7-11 to pick up some midol.
The clerk glanced at the box, chuckled, and said "what is this stuff? Is it like beano? You have some bad gas tonight or something?"
I explained that it was actually for period symptoms, and suddenly his face scrunched up in disgust.
"Oh, ew" he said, and pushed the box towards me with one finger like he was afraid the pills were going to bleed on him or something.
I can understand being uncomfortable on the menstrual subject, but damn.