The Beef's phone rang, and you picked it up.

"Code blue, hostile territory, aborting mission, there's too many enemy tampons in bailing," Richie's voice came down the line.

"Stay focused, describe the situation," you replied.

"This box says slender regular, how can something be both slender and regular, I thought the two were mutually exclusive?" he mused.

"Richie.." you warn.

"Unless they're implying, in the mysterious underworld of femboxes that slender is regular?"

"Richie are you done?" you sigh.

"What about the super pluses?" he asked.

"No! They're huge," you said.

"I thought you liked huge?" he mumbled.

"This is the one situation where bigger isn't better."

~

In line at the register, two teenagers were snickering at Richie with his box of tampons.

"Do you gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, understand what this means?" he gestured to the box.

"Clearly not," one of them piped up.

"It means, that there is a woman with whom I am so intimate, that we have no problems with me buying her most personal possessions," Richie said.