Would you like a bag for your tampons?

Ok, now that I've made all male readers squeamish, I'm going to tell a story. I was at the grocery store this morning buying, yes, tampons. There was only one cashier, a middle-aged rough-looking guy. I got in line, and immediately behind me two firemen got in line with their cart full of groceries for the firehouse. Embarrassing enough already, sure. I put the box on the belt, no other purchases, and the cashier scanned it. "Wow," he exclaimed, "did you see the price on those?"...he motioned to the LED screen. It read, "$1.20." Now, the sign on the shelf did say "$4.49" but it's not like I care. This isn't exactly the type of item you shop around for the best price on. "Um, that's um, pretty good," I say. "They must be on final clearance or something, you lucked out!" he exclaims. "Um, yea, I guess so," I reply. Now really, do we have to stand here having this conversation on what a great deal I'm getting on my tampons?...the whole time with these two firemen unloading their cart on the belt right next to me? After I handed him some cash and he handed me a receipt, he finished by asking, "would you like a bag for those?" No mister cashier, just duct tape the box of tampons to my forehead with the receipt attached so I can run into the parking lot and let everyone else know what a great bargain I just got on tampons!