Nine Time

Having to run to the Business Office to pick up some checks, I blindly grabbed my keys out of my purse and headed into the conference room, where a big meeting was taking place, to let my boss know I was heading out for a few. As I turned around to leave I dropped something from my hand, and thinking it was just my keys I started to bend down, loudly noting how much of a klutz I was. But it wasn’t my keys. It was a tampon. I had grabbed a tampon out of my purse, not my keys.

I tried to act like a grown adult woman and just pick it up while laughing it off like, “Oh, this. Hahaha! Why yes, that is a tampon. I’m an adult female. It is only natural for me to carry these around as I, like most woman, have a period. It is just a part of life and nothing at all to be embarrassed about.”

Of course that is not what happened. No, instead I stood there in a half-bent position, ass in the air in the doorway to the conference room, while I stared at my tampon laying out in the open for everyone to see. Realizing that everyone who had turned around to look at me when I entered the conference room were still facing me while most likely wondering how I manage to get dressed in the morning when I can’t even tell the difference between a set of keys and a tampon I picked up my embarrassment and headed out the front door. Only later realizing my keys were still inside in my purse.

Yay, adulthood!