Do they HAVE to embarass me so much?

We walk in to GNC.......one thing on the brain...fiber.
So I'm trying to keep Jacob on my hip as I frantically search the store for something. He's squiggling and screaming so bad that I had no choice but to put him down. He immediately took off running/waddling....I couldn't catch him. He knocked over an entire display of men's vitamins. OOOPS. By this time everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, like right before you get in a car crash, or something? Ya know what I'm talking about?
The dude working at the counter was obviously pretending that my children and I weren't in the store, which I would usually consider a blessing, but this time was different. I had NO idea where the freaking fiber was....do I dare ask?
Watching my son scream with this crazy look in his eye, arms stretched forth, running at another vitamin display I figured I had no choice...."Excuse me???????? Wheres the COLON PURE?" dead silence in the store. Everyone heard me. "Yup, I'm looking for the COLON PURE?" Didn't help that there were like 4 teenage boys in there. FML, right?
Srsly? Could they have named it a more disgusting, humiliating name???? Why not just call it Poo getter-outter......that would have been a little less embarrassing....maybe.
The cashier told me to turn around. Turns out I was standing directly in front of it. I would have prolly known that but I couldn't stand still for a moments breath since my child somehow turned into shreck on crack the moment we stepped through the door. Dang kids....cant take 'em anywhere, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, back to the point.
I was in the process of paying for my lovely COLON PURE, and Chasie yelled from about 5 feet away..."MOM! I found your favorite thing!!!! DIARRHEA!!!!!!!!"
Whaaaaaa? Did that really just happen? My face turned red, I put my sunglasses on, grabbed my fiber, and my squiggly kids, and walked out of the store.