I mean, who wears a pad anymore?
So, why do the vending machines in the ladies room carry them AT ALL?
Yet, when those are the only things left.
And you're desperate.
And you have no choice?.
You go ahead and buy the pad and use it... because the alternative is just...well let's just say it's not gonna happen...
Then later that day, you're going over to a friend's house, and you've torn through your purse, and your briefcase, and your desk, searching for that fugitive tampon, and the person who you share an office with is a MALE, and is therefore useless to your cause, and you've had meetings all through the day, so you haven't yet been able to go to a drug store, and you're still wearing the pad, but luckily you know you have tampons in your car, and you figure you'll stop somewhere on the way to your friend's house, but there's no place to stop between getting your car (which is at a parking lot near an airfield and you had to take a shuttle bus to get there) and your friend's house, so you end up at your friend's house and claim you really have to pee, but really you just have to change the pad to the tampon which you (luckily) had in the glove compartment of your car, but then you have no choice but to leave the used pad in your friend's guest-room bathroom's trash pail (very cute) in a HUGE WAD of toilet paper (sorry Mona).
Anyway, you're completely embarrassed now because...I mean...who has to deposit a pad in a wastepaper basket at a friend's house? And you figure that Mona's completely HAWT, lifeguard hubby, is probably the one who empties the trash and you hope that he did not notice (WTF is THAT?) what was actually in said trash bin? And who TF even uses a pad anymore? Except for those who are REALLY desperate and who have to buy them for 25¢ from a restroom vending machine that is out of tampons?
Anyway, now, you've drunk several glasses of wine (including at least two at your friend's house, and several more at the wine-bar where you waited for 45 MINUTES for your dear husband to show up) and you're compelled to blog about your day, but all you can really think about is how you wore a pad all day, and left it in your friend's guest restroom (sorry Mona).
I soooooo need a good, long run this weekend!