Condem(ned).

For whatever reason, I decided it was a good idea to buy fishnet stockings.
No clue why, I don't even wear skirts or dresses or shorts or anything that shows my legs for that matter...so the decision to make that purchase is beyond me.
I blame the hangover.

Fast forward to Courtney realizing it was a dumb idea.
And so was the dress that was purchased with them.
Again...blame the hangover.

The decision is made to return said items.
I have my receipt, I'm within the 30 day return period.
Easy as cake, easy as pie.

Until the salesbitch makes a funny face and slaps a 4 roll of condoms on the counter.
"Are these yours?" she snarks.

Yeah.
They're mine.
Don't ask what possessed me to stick them in a pair of fishnets in the first place...

Thank God for Veronica.
"What? At least she's safe. Don't be embarrassed, Courtney. Fuck that shit!"

Too bad her friend defensiveness couldn't mask my bright red cheeks.

Lesson learned : check for prophylactics before returning merchandise...