Brittany’s eyes darted from the cash register to the pregnancy test. It seemed to be lying on the conveyor belt screaming “ Brittany thinks she’s pregnant!” She craned her neck down the aisle, and just as she feared, spotted Wilson and Bob on their way back. By the time the checker turned her attention to Brittany’s purchases, it was too late to ask her to ring up the pregnancy test separately. Wilson And her son were within hearing distance. Maybe they wouldn’t notice it, she prayed, but lost all hope of that when the checker tried to run the package through the scanner and it wouldn’t beep. Frowning, the woman picked up her microphone. “Oscar? Would you get me the price of the durex pregnancy test? Aisle 9, I think”. Brittany took a gulp of air and held it as Wilson’s jaw dropped and his eyes flew to her face. She gave an uncomfortable laugh. “ where did that come from?” She asked. “That’s not mine.” The checker blinked at her. “You don’t want this?” “No, it’s not mine.” Brittany could feel her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Maybe it belonged to the person in front of me”. “Mrs John?” The checker scoffed outright. “She must be seventy-one. I don’t think so, honey”. She shoved the pregnancy test off to one side. Brittany wanted only to get out of the grocery store and away from the first choice box as soon as possible.