Nothing like making out with your Boyfriend in Aisle 8 at Walgreens.

Between the incontinents, antacids and feminine care products.

Hot, I know. So hot.

At one point I actually had to pull away from The BF and take a look around — were people watching? Was this bordering on inappropriate public displays of affection? Did small children need to be shielded from our sin?

Only one person was nearby — some old guy who, creepily enough, seemed pretty into our lip lock.

That was all the turn off I needed. Forget it, Gramps. Go watch Skinamax.