My ex-wife sent me to get her "products". The one thing I remember is walking into the isle in Shoppers and "WHAM" I am lost. Wings, scented, maxis, minis, lightdays, supers, etc. So I make the dreaded phone call...try to explain that they all look alike...take her abuse because I am to stupid to figure out what she needed..."CLICK"...yep I hung up. When I arrived home...3 hours later as I stopped for a few beers since I was too stupid to read a clock as well...and handed her a bag of cotton and a roll of duct tape with the explaination "ahhh can't you make your own". I was never asked to "shop" for her again.