by Gerta
Recently I purchased a box of 27 tampons before going away to Pittsboro for the weekend. Once in Pittsboro, however, I realized the box had not accompanied me on my trip. All weekend long I asked myself, "just where is that feminine protection?!?" I returned to Chapel Hill on Monday and requested Trixie's aid in searching for the box of mystery, but to no avail. I awoke bright and early Tuesday morning and waltzed outside to fetch my paper. Much to my horror and extreme embarrassment, my lost box of feminine protection was lying crushed in the street, tampons spilling out everywhere. It had lain there for four days, visible to any and all passersby. I must point out that I am one of the few menstruati ng females on my street. Thus, I feel sure that everyone knew they were my tampons - how embarrassing! Fortunately, the weather was fair over the weekend, dry and sunny, and the tampons, unlike myself, were none the worse for the experience.