I have to tell you all about someone I call "The Tampon Man"
One day as I was walking out of my office (well not really my office but the office building, i'm just a peon) I casually strolled out the door on a nice sunny day, grabbing my sunglasses out of my purse. I so casually placed them on my face as I flipped my hair back as in a shampoo commercial of some sort. I passed a gentleman who was returning to the office from his lunch and I thought he said something. I figured there must have been someone behind me and so I kept walking. Then I did hear him say something, "Excuse me, miss". Surely he isn't talking to me I thought to myself and kept walking, looking up at the sky, it was early spring and absolutely gorgeous I might mention. Then I heard it again, "Miss, you dropped something". Now I knew he had to be talking to someone else because I obviously had not dropped anything, my sunglasses were clearly on my head, I mean Hello.
"MISS" he said more stearnly. I finally turned around and gave him this crazy look like 'are you talking to me?' He said, "you dropped something" and pointed to the ground. And yes there it was, as clear as day, a tampon had fallen out of my purse as I was grabbing my sunglasses. I quickly ran over and grabbed the tampon trying to conceal as much of it as possible in my hand as I thanked him for telling me. I quickly put it in my purse and briskly walked to my car, as I thought I was going to die.
From that day forward, this gentleman has become known to me only as "The Tampon Man." I see him often as we usually pass during the lunch hour and I always smile as though I have nothing to hide, but I'm really saying to myself 'man he must think I am one wierd chic.'