The drug store

[leemozoid]

A man walks into a drug store and asks the cashier if she can point him in the direction of the feminine hygiene products. She points and says aisle number 8. The man thanks her and walks to the back of the store. About 10 minutes pass and he walks up to check out. He sets his things down on the counter and the cashier rings it all up. A bag of cotton balls, scotch tape, and 10 yards of string.
She looks at him puzzled and says, “Didn’t you need to get feminine hygiene products?”
The man replies, “I sent my wife to the store for cigarettes the other day and she came back with rolling paper and tobacco and said it is cheaper this way.”