I confess to blushing easily; sometimes while doing something that really shouldn't call for that. I once was asked by a family member to buy some Boudreaux's Butt Paste (this is a real product) at a big box store, and I was able to find what I was looking for after a longish search. So far, so good.
When I went to the checkout, the checker, a younger guy, called on the loudspeaker for a price check from pharmaceuticals. The response, also by loudspeaker, was "Okay." Here's the dialogue that followed, approximately:
MY CHECKER: "I'd like a price check on Bou-drucks Butt Paste."
DISEMBODIED VOICE: "What?"
MY CHECKER: "Bou-druck's Butt Paste"
ME: "That's Bou-dreau, Sir!"
MY CHECKER: "Whatever . . . ."
DISEMBODIED VOICE: "You're kidding."
MY CHECKER: "No, this is real. I'm looking at it. This lady needs it for her butt."
Now all eyes from the surrounding checkout lanes were fixated on me; each one wondering what kind of rear end problem I had.
MY CHECKER: "Maybe she's fixing the butt crack." [giggles]
Finally the Disembodied Voice calls in the amount, and the checker rings up the amount. I'm totally red-faced at this time.
When I got back to my apartment I looked at the container of Boudreaux's Butt Paste. It had a price sticker on it.
My conclusion is that the whole tableau was staged for entertainment purposes.
I'm glad I was not trying to buy a bra!