Store Conversations

….. I mentioned the time I was looking over an amazing display of Faultless enema/douche items on a large carousel display when to my surprise an attractive gal about my age came right up next to me and began looking at the items as well! She did not say anything, and I was too shy, too scared to say or do anything - so I simply left and I have never forgotten that moment in time in the late 1960's.

Yep, lost opportunity!! I wonder if she felt the same way???

Here is another thread started about 13 years ago. I noticed that some early contributors are no longer coming around. What a shame. I have been attempting to trigger some conversations for almost 60 years. I've had many, but it seems they're much fewer and farther in between as my generation seems to be diminishing. Actual participation is also waning…oh the good old days or “Golden age”!

It's great to interact here on Zity, but those face to face interactions are priceless!

@gwhap Yep, lost opportunity!! I wonder if she felt the same way???

What's amazing is how that event has remained so clear in my mind! I can run it through my mind like I'm playing/watching a movie - parking in the store's lot, walking into the store, etc, etc, and of course standing looking the display. I was so engrossed looking at the display and not wanting to be noticed that I did not realize a woman had come up next to me! I could sense she was waiting for me to start a conversation. Oh, lost opportunity, where art thou?

@Reddevil. If only we could go back in time!!!

Years ago I was in the pharmacy with my mom. After my mom bought the medicines, my mom asked the pharmacist for advice. If for my cleaning it was okay to use chamomile or it was better to use something else. I got all red in the face. I was so embarrassed. He replied that chamomile was fine. Then she also asked him for advice on the nozzle. Sometimes it happened that the nozzle came out and obviously wet the bed. He replied that to reduce this risk he could use the vaginal nozzle. Mom told him it was too big. the pharmacist replied that the anus fits and therefore there will be no problem. I am more and more embarrassed, the pharmacist tells me, you will see that it will not hurt you.

THIS IS a nice topic, sorry I don't have this kind of conversation in mind..

@Veronica He replied that to reduce this risk she could use the vaginal nozzle….

Have to wonder how that went for you then?

I've written before about how I'm a pharmacy voyeur and that I will take a note out of my pocket so that I appear to be legitimately looking for something. That sort of disguise makes me measurably more comfortable in such surroundings as the feminine hygiene aisle. Anyway, some years ago I was in “the aisle” when there was a young woman who took a box containing a combination syringe off the shelf and then one with an open top. She seemed to be studying the choices and I was half expecting her to ask for my advice, but she didn't. The potential encounter only took maybe two minutes, but I remember it like yesterday. She left before I did and had decided on the combination bag. While she wasn't what I would call a looker, she was sufficiently attractive that the image of her with the tube up her backside did flash through my head.

@Westy ….. The potential encounter only took maybe two minutes, but I remember it like yesterday. She left before I did and had decided on the combination bag….

Amazing the way things like that stay with us forever. Also, a partner of mine told me she purposely bought a combination bag for her enemas as it was somehow less obvious as to what she was up to. Well, I solved that problem for her - got her an nice open-top bag, and of course, promptly used it. Eventually we went our separate ways, but I kept that bag, and truth be told, every now and then I get it out and masturbate looking at it while thinking of all the enemas I gave her with it.

Yes . My mother discussed the ‘ best enema / douche syringe ‘ recommendation with our local male pharmacist years ago . About a year ago , I was in line to check out at ’ Walmart ‘ and the matronly lady ahead of me had two ’ Fleet Disposable Enemas ‘ in her cart . I tastefully ’ broached the e. subject ' with her and found her to be very open about her purchase . She indicated that the ‘ fleet ’ was a ‘ time saver ’over her ‘ bag ’ prep. and ‘ time on station ‘ to effect her enema . We had a very good ’ low voice / candid ‘ discussion and she then asked her question to me as to the ’ enema ' ………. and you sir ?????

@Past_n_PresentEgent

About a year ago , I was in line to check out at ’ Walmart ‘ and the matronly lady ahead of me had two ’ Fleet Disposable Enemas ‘ in her cart . I tastefully ’ broached the e. subject ' with her and found her to be very open about her purchase . She indicated that the ‘ fleet ’ was a ‘ time saver ’over her ‘ bag ’ prep. and ‘ time on station ‘ to effect her enema . We had a very good ’ low voice / candid ‘ discussion and she then asked her question to me as to the ’ enema ' ………. and you sir ?????

What an invitation …Did you jump in on it ??

I've had some interesting conversations over the years when either at a checkout queue or at a pharmacy but not a chance like that !!!

Opportunity lost or no ??

A while ago , Maybe bout 2008 was in a big chain Drugstore out in the south west , where we winter . Was kind wandering aimlessly , older Lady employee asked if I needed some assistance ? Quick thinking , asked where enema bags were , was supposed to pick up one for my Mother in law , total lie !! Well dont cha just know it Got all kinds of info , personally shown equipment and discussed use , She used em herself a lot , Have always regretted asking for personal visit trials , probably woulda happened . OH well , another of Life's missed opportunity's

Few years ago i stopped in a chemists here in uk , and a woman asked if i needed help, i said i wanted glycerin suppositories, she passed them to me and asked if i needed any advice using them…….why o why was i so shy ? ?

Another missed opportunity maybe, I was in a local junk , second hand shop, and in the window was an enameled Jones can. When I went to pay for it , the elderly woman at the counter asked what I was going to do with it. Why the #### didn't I say exactly what i will be doing. I'm sure she knew what it was for.

In LA, many years ago, I was in a big pharmacy late at night, looking in the laxative isle. There was a couple, probably younger than I also there The woman was looking for a specific product, Ex Lax I think, and the guy was trying to convince her to get something else, I no longer remember what. Not wanting to be caught listening, I soon moved away, sadly.

On anther occasion, I was again checking out the laxative isle, and saw a young woman reading the label on some poo softener product and quietly asked her if it was a good product. Her response was ‘it’s too expensive', and, much to my disappointment, walked away.

Working in one of my father's discount pharmacies, I was involved in a few personal product conversations. I can't remember anything specifically about enema gear other than an elderly woman whispering, “Where are you enema bags?” She thought she was whispering but it was more in like a loudspeaker. I got a lot of questions from elderly women regarding laxatives. I remember one remarking. “Here I am asking you and you probably don't need then.” When I replied in the affirmative, she added. “I didn't either when I was your age.” The conversation that sticks out in my mind the most was with a girl named Jeanie, who was a couple of classes behind me. There was a new douche on the market named Cupid's Quiver, which was not only scented but also flavored. Jeanie was checking out with a container of the aforementioned product and asked. “Does this really work?” I replied, paraphrasing a well-known hair dye commercial at the time. "Only your lover will know for sure!'

Over the years I have had several conversations regarding enemas, douching, and various equipment.

In one instance, I had been perusing a thrift store and was looking at the locked cabinet with “antiques”. There was a box for a Rexall Kantleek combo syringe.

An older lady asked if I would like to look closer at something? I told her I wondered what shape the Rexall item was in. She displayed it and commented it looked like new and was complete as she located the 3 nozzles.

The cost was minimal and she queried about it's intended use. I told her it was a gag present for a friend who was turning 50 (black birthday) and we chuckled about how common enemas were when younger.

I still have that item 18 years later!

I have been interested in enemas long enough to see the changes in attitudes towards enemas and the reduced choices in equipment at the local drugstore. As a newlywed with a need to acquire my own equipment there was a good selection with little need for conversation since I knew what I wanted. I do remember one clerk, a woman slightly older than me say, “Have fun” with a smile as she handed me the bag with the new combination syringe I had just bought. I was too shy or nervous to say anything other than “Thanks”. Out of curiosity I bought several different types of bags and bulbs over the years getting more at ease doing it, but the most intense situation was when I bought a douche bulb because I wanted to experience the large nozzle for an enema. As the clerk, an older woman, rang it up she looked at me with a scowl as if to say, “I know what you are going to do with this.” I did not say a word.

My most recent conversation was at a local Rite Aid. On a previous trip I saw they had little for enema supplies other than Fleet and their own brand of disposables. I saw a middle aged woman stocking shelves so I asked her, “Where would I find an enema bag?” She led me to the Fleets and the like. I told her I did not like that type but wanted a bag where you add your own water or solution for an enema. She led me to the pharmacist who led us both to the feminine hygiene aisle and the single douche/enema combo bag they had, asking if that would work for me. I said it would and took it to the register to buy it. The takeaway from this is, since the woman did not know that they had a combo bag that works for enemas, she has probably never had a ”real” enema.

Mother caught me using her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe one afternoon and boy was she mad… So, she decided to do away with that syringe so I wouldn't be using it any longer. In fact, she cut it up right in front of me. I waited about two weeks, but then, I began to bug her to get a new one… finally, one day while we were in a Rexall Drug store downtown, I wondered over to the Feminine Hygiene area where the douche and enema syringes along with hot water bottles were on display. Then, when Mom finished getting what she was after, she began to look for me and found me there looking at the many choices of syringes. It was at that point, that Mother had had enough of me and my enema thing. So, out of the blue, she decided to embarrass me by saying in a rather loud voice… “Mike, what is it with you son? Why do you want to take enemas so bad? Well? What is your answer, son! I am waiting! Then she added still speaking quite loud “Mike, if you want to get a new enema bag, here’s some money! Now, be sure and pick you out one that will satisfy your cravings!” It took a minute, but, I picked out a Rexall Victoria Combination syringe just like the one Mama had cut up! I tried to hand it to her, but Mom didn't want to touch it. She, then, exclaimed, “Mike, if you want this ”THING" so bad, you will have to pay for it yourself." Mother handed me a couple of dollars and I took my new enema bad up to the checkout counter and paid for it myself. I was so proud of myself. When I got in the car with Mom, I held onto the sack tightly and told Mama thanks! Mother replied “I guess you are welcome Mike!” Then when we got home, I took the bag into our bathroom and put the box down on the edge of the bathtub! I, then, sat down on toilet and just stared at it. I probably was in the room 20 minutes when Mom entered. I remember looking down at the floor not really wanting to look at Mom. Mother eased over to where I was, moved the box and sat down on the edge of the tub. She took her hands and placed one one each side of my face. Then, she turned my face towards her. She leaned over, kissed my forehead and apologized for embarrassing me in the drug store. I said, “that's ok! I still love you!” Mom, then, picked up the box and asked me if I wanted for her to give me an enema with my new bag. Of course, you know I did and Mom ended up giving me, I think 3 enemas that afternoon with my new enema bag! It was worth the embarrassment!

I like to go down the enema aisle and ponder a little, hoping someone might start a conversation about them.