The Art of Being a Woman

This one is probably not for the fellas, but eh, we have to learn to laugh at ourselves, right? So I'm going to share this story anyway...

I sit down at a table today, ready to start another wonderful class in the world of Hagge and History of the English Language. I plunk my bag on my lap to gather my materials to enhance my learning, and all of a sudden, my wallet starts to fall out of one of the font pockets. I catch it and say, "Ope...that would have been unfortunate, haha." Chuckling to myself (and to the stares of people around me), I get my book, notebook, folder, and pen out, hang my bag on the back of my chair, and begin class.

Well, I begin to while away my time in class. I'm fidgeting, I'm shuffling my feet, and all of a sudden, I step on something. I check under the table to be sure I didn't step on my friend's foot, and I see, there, laying on the ground, packaged neatly in white and yellow wrapping....A TAMPON! Yes, I had dropped a tampon on my classroom floor when my wallet almost fell out of my bag. I try and play it cool, but my heart is beating rapidly in my chest. I can't believe this is happening. Play it cool. No one's noticed. Just keep this up for the rest of class...oh no! There's still an hour left of class! Oh please, God, don't let anyone see it! Wait, there's nothing to implicate me. No worries. They'll think it was someone else's...yeah....someone else's.....Still, all I can imagine is that KATE'S TAMPON is scrawled in giant, black permanent marker on the tampon, or that THAT'S MY TAMPON ON THE FLOOR is scrawled on my forehead for all to see and gawk at. Oh my...miserable.

I barely managed to survive class without looking at it (I did check around to see if anyone was staring a few times). Then, I forced myself to ignore the feminine hygiene product lying on the floor as I left, and left my mark laying on the ground for the next class to deal with...I wonder what happened to it....

Hope that story made you laugh...how embarrassing, eh? That kind of stuff always happens to me when I'm having one of those "bad days." Ugh. Oh the art of being a woman...