“I thought it was my new lumbar pillow,” Mrs. Doe told this reporter, clutching her teacup with white-knuckled dignity. “The box was heavy, which I took as a sign of high-quality foam.”
For 68-year-old retired librarian Mrs. Eleanor Doe, last Tuesday was supposed to be uneventful: prune the petunias, attend water aerobics, and pick up her monthly shipment of “arthritic support cushions.” Instead, she accidentally became the unwitting protagonist in the most talked-about civic drama since the HOA banned flamingos. Mrs Doe And The Dildo Depot
“She rang the bell at 7 a.m., held up a 14-inch purple object, and said, ‘Young man, I believe you dropped your back massager ,’” Josh recounted, still red-faced. “I wanted to die. My roommate heard everything.” “I thought it was my new lumbar pillow,” Mrs