When you are "The American Gandhi" preparing for your next death fast, walking through Walmart for supplies, it occurs to you that your last death fast required several escorted trips into the Smithsonian Museum to use the restroom. You think, "I should try out some adult diapers." You suddenly realize that you have no idea where adult diapers might be located in this vast store or how to ask where they might be without looking like the guy needing adult diapers. I come upon a Walmart worker and ask, "Where do you keep the adult diapers? I don't need them; it's just for an experiment." She says, "They are over by the pharmacy." I realize that telling her that I don't need adult diapers and that they are just for an experiment is worse than the original assumption. lol dcfedfastuntodeath.blogspot.com
