He didn't mean rainwear

My first real job was at the neighborhood drug store. I had been promoted from the soda fountain to the cigarette counter. It was a rainy day. A man walked up to my counter and asked me for rubbers. I was so innocent that I thought he meant the kind of rubbers men put on their shoes when it rains. So I escorted him to the rainwear counter and started asking him questions about what size he wore, what color he wanted, and so on. The man didn't answer. He just stood there beet red and mumbling something about wanting to speak to a man. It suddenly dawned on me that he meant condoms. I pleadingly called out for the pharmacist and ran back to the cigarette counter to hide. I was mortified, but the people behind the pharmacy counter had a big laugh.