I was at Tinytown Drugstore tonight, picking up prescriptions, cold medicine, and Airborne, when I heard a conversation behind me.
"M'am, would you like some help?"
They were in the next aisle, but I could hear them plainly, since the rows are only shoulder height (It's a tiny town drugstore, remember?)
As I was waiting my turn to pay, I plainly overheard this, "...constipation....you know....like when you're all 'balled up.'"
"Jeez, Lady," I said inside my head. "Do you think you could keep your personal business a little more private? I know it's the drugstore and everything, but who talks that loud and clear about their bowel issues in public?!"
"I just don't know which one to get. My husband sent me. He said 'Fleet' something." A little exasperated, she added,
"To tell you the truth, it's actually for a cow."
Cue the theme from Green Acres here. Better yet--here's the show intro....