Peeping Lily

While waiting for long measures of time at the check-out line of the grocery store, your eyes tend to wander.  Today, I looked for awhile at the trashy magazine covers, then at the candy, then I settled on the few groceries of the lady in front of me.  She had only three boxes and a bottle.  Upon further study, I realized that she was purchasing the following products:  two boxes of enemas, one box of feminine douche, and one very large bottle of sambuca.  She didn't seem to have any embarrassment or shame about these items, just matter-of-factly displaying them on the conveyor belt.  I admit, in my immaturity, I had to suppress a smile at the identity of the items.  What a night she must have planned...