The 7th grade we had to have red shorts a white tee shirt and a jock strap for gym class. I was just a little guy so a jock wasn't really something needed. But downtown I went to our only sporting goods store (I grew up in a town of maybe 2000 people). Just my luck the jock straps were kept behind the counter and the only one working was an old lady. I was so embarrassed to ask her I ended up walking around the store for about a half hour before I worked up the nerve to buy one.
I tried to fart once whilst driving down the road, instead I managed to shat meself....;-D ps: I know, TMI....
When my 17 year old decided he was going to admit to being sexually active we had the condom talk again. He wanted me to buy them for him! HA! Fat Chance...I watched go through 3 different stores before he got up enough nerve to take them to the counter and buy them. That kid had the dumbest shit-eating grin on his face after he finally made his buy