As you can imagine from the above, I realized that I could...er...take some time for myself and wander around a bit to look at...other things in the vicinity. I spotted this sign in the men's department and got a bit confused. See what you think:
Nope. Training Pants referred to these--regular old sweatpants. You know...come to think of it, I never did think to look inside of them to see if they had a little spot for some Depends.
After our ordeal had ended (without pants, it must be noted), Rick rewarded my forebearance with a stop for ice cream. Nearby was this strange little...shop:
You know, if I had not felt mollified by a little peanut butter, chocolate, and vanilla treat, I might have been really upset that VACUUM & ALLERGY WORLD was closed. Getting sucked into a vortex after hours of fruitless ManShopping would have capped off my week pretty well.