Mother: Do you need to buy some condoms?
Daughter: What? No, I am not talking about condoms with my mom. This will not happen. (mother drifts over to the condom shelf)
Daughter: No, no, no, no! What are you doing! Stop it! Stop it now! Oh god, you're actually considering the brands! Why are you… this is murder! You're killing me. You are actually killing me! I am going to die, and it will be all your fault!
Overheard by: Moms, man.