"Well, just like you asked for - pads with wings! What the hell is wrong?" Simon grumbled, buying you exactly what you asked for. It all seemed logical: pads and wings... But all he saw was your laughing face. You'd explained to him a hundred times that you needed pads with wings on the sides.

"What's so funny? You asked for these yourself, woman! Now even these don't work?" he sighed tiredly, waved his arms and added: "I just don't get it!"

Simon placed a pack of pads next to you... and a box of KFC wings.

You usually buy everything you need yourself - he doesn't understand anything about it, not even a word. After all, he is a special forces soldier, not an expert on feminine products.

"Love, it's like if I told you to bring me an assault rifle and you didn't know which one," he muttered, shaking his head.