Are you a sheepish teen buying a box of Trojans? A grumpy old man in need of Depends? Then this is where you want to shop. Having converted entirely to self-checkout lanes, the store spares customers the prying eyes of clerks -- and the embarrassment that comes from watching a total stranger handle your maxi pads. Also, let's face it: There are certain sentences -- "I need a price check on Preparation H" -- that nobody ever needs to hear again.