There are so many boxes. Everything from panty looking diapers to teeny tiny things folded in half.
"Babe."
I know she hears how overwhelmed I am. "Relax. I know it's a lot to take in. You're looking for a green box."
"Green box. Okay. Looking for a green box." I start searching the shelves for anything that looks green.
"Inside the green box is a bunch of yellow packages."
"I have to open up all the green boxes?"
"No, babe. You can see the yellow packages through the plastic window on the box."
That makes more sense. "Okay. Green box. Yellow packages."
"It's called Always Infinity."
"I'm still looking for a green box. I can't see what it's called…" Suddenly, it's in my hand. A woman, probably in her early forties, pats me on the arm.
"Pretty sure this is what she's asking you for," she says with a smile.
"Let me double check. Babe, someone just handed me a box. It's green, I can see yellow packages inside. It's called Always Infinity, size… uh… regular? Is that right?"