1:30 in the morning
Me: Crap. I'm out of tampons.
Scott: So... you have nothing to... protect... yourself right now?
Me: Well, I have pads. Gross. I hate pads.
Scott: Are you going to go get some... stuff?
Me: Yeah, I guess. It's so embarrassing. I don't want to go to the store and buy just tampons!
Scott: Buy something else too.
Me: "Oh hey, I just really needed some orange juice at 1:30 in the morning and thought I'd pick up some feminine hygiene products too." I don't think they'll buy it.
Scott: Maybe so.
Me: That's why I always have you do it- because then the cashier just thinks your nice, but doesn't look at you and KNOW that you're bleeding right in front of him.
Me: Sorry. Where are my shoes?
Scott: I'll go. ...
Me: Are you being serious?
Scott: Yeah, you're in bed. But you'll owe me big.
Me: Massage night! Or you can buy NBA 2012 for the Wii!
Scott: I think I deserve both.