Random Depends, Straining

So yesterday I checked the mailbox after work as I normally do.  Mixed in with the letters was a small box with THE COLLECTION on the outside of it.  It was addressed to me or current resident.  Weird.  I had no idea what it was.

When I opened the thing up I was even more confused, it was underwear.  This wasn’t just any underwear, it was Depends underwear, yes the adult diaper people.  Reading the literature in the box told me I was the lucky recipient of two pair of “Real Fit” Depend undergarments.  There was a picture of a hip looking dude in his diaper on the inside as well.  I thought I was being punked.

I pulled out the underwear, I was given one pair of L/XL and one pair of S/M adult diapers.  Apparently these are not designed for grandpa who might be using diapers to catch everything that exits his body.  These metrosexual Depends appear to be targeted at middle aged men that might have a problem with urine leakage.

I was still amazed these were sent to me.  I can only assume it was solely based on my age since I am much closer to 50 than 40.  Of course I took a picture and posted it to FB.  There were some good suggestions coming in for their use, including some that could translate well to YouTube.  I boxed my diapers back up and put them in a safe place for future use.

I heard guys on the Stern Show talking about a show they are watching called The Strain, which I never heard of.  Evidently the season finale just aired and they were commenting how awesome the show was.  I looked into the premise of the show, plague and vampires and found it intriguing.  Cindy and I watched the first two episodes last night on demand and are hooked, well I am.  There are some very scary, disturbing elements in the show that made Cindy cringe, but even if she taps out, I’ll definitely be watching the season myself if need be.  It’s great, in an apocalyptic sort of way.

Todd went to a local Wells Fargo in PA to see if he had any better luck getting the magical Medallion Guardian Signature stamp that we need to get the stock certificates my mom owned transferred and sold.  The hope is since he has a relationship with his local branch and that he is friends with a WF employee that somebody will do us favor and stamp the damn form for us.  Todd’s initial attempt was unsuccessful  but he wasn’t dealing with the people that he knows.  He is going to give it another shot later in the week.  If he strikes out as well I am running out of options short of the three of us being forced to meet up to jump through a hoop that should not be there if somebody would possess any degree of compassion or common sense.