I work in a lingerie store which I will not name outright for legal reasons, but it starts with “V” and ends with “Secret.”

People have yelled at me in a threatening tone, returned all their shit, stood in line over and over, and have done several other dumb things because I won’t give them more than one extra shopping bag. Just because you spend $60 in a store doesn’t mean you get access to an unlimited number of bags. Believe it or not there are other customers, who may also need bags to carry their shit to their car. It’s Christmas, so fuck everybody else! I WANT ALL THE BAGS IN THE UNIVERSE.

Guys, if you don’t know how to buy your woman’s sexy underwear, just give her a gift card. Surprising you is half the fun anyway. Don’t be a cheapskate either, because the good stuff is expensive. It’s not like your underwear, which you get in a 6-pack for $5 at Wal-Mart, and which rapidly disintegrates. If you do shop for your lady, do it with some confidence. Don’t flounder around the back wall hoping that a star will appear over you girl’s perfect match. Walk up in that mug and say I need a mother fucking hot pink 38DD push-up and a matching thong, damn the expense! Don’t be embarrassed to carry the pink bag through the mall. Buying lingerie means you are getting laid by some sexy lady, after all.