wings

it would be nice if the management of the building i work in would put in a tampon machine. it's bad enough that they've made the bathrooms unisex yet can't seem to maintain a certain level of cleanliness or keep people from smoking or taking their sweet time talking on their cell phones in there. i realize i need to take some responsibility for remembering to pack my purse, and i have, only to have them spill out of my purse at inopportune times yet not be available when i need them.

today was one of those days of need. as usual, i rushed off to work and forgot, something, and that happened to be it, so i went about discretely asking a couple female co-workers if they had extra. i think one woman was post-menopausal. the other woman only had a pad, so i had to make do with the brightly green and rather sizable package.

i feel old in saying that pads sure have diversified since i began my journey into womanhood. the one my co-worker gave me had tabs added to the already diaper-like size (at least on me) and specialized areas of extra-absorbency. i thought we were about the same size, but i had to pause to wonder if in adding these "wings" they had thought to make these things in more than one size.