Plan B

My mother is shy about very few things in life. She is an exhibitionist when it comes to her body and opinions, but becomes a shrinking violet when left with the uncomfortable task of birth control. One day, my mother struck up the odd conversation of having babies. She asked me about whether or not it would be weird if she were to get pregnant. After a long exchange, she blurted out that she needed to get a Plan B pill to make sure she didn't get pregnant. So away we went to a drugstore to get the pack of pills, we walk up to the counter together and as I am about to ask the pharmacist for the pills, my mother disappears. I turn around to see where she's gone and there she is hiding in between aisles. I buy the pills and she giggles like a naughty school girl. We walk out of the store together and I ask why she ran off, she claims she didn't and I knew she did. Finally, she admitted to being ashamed because the pharmacist was the same one who fills her asthma medicine.