Thursday, September 25, 2008

Not for the Squeamish

So I was walking back from lunch when there on the ground was a bloody tampon. It was in the middle of the sidewalk not far from my campus building. I am not so amazed that it was there, but rather affixed on how it got there. Did it fall out? Was some young co-ed walking down the street and it just slid out? Did she have it in her purse or pocket and it fell out?
I fortunately do not have to deal with the monthly vagaries of womanhood right now - thank you Depo Provera! But I remember the days of tampon usage. I cannot think of a single time when I would remove it and carry it around. Bathrooms have garbage cans as well as toilets... (though I never recommend flushing them - nothing worse than clogging someone's toilet.) This is not to say that I have not had to pick up the errant used sanitary device. I have both dogs and cats that think going through the garbage for toys and/or snacks is a great idea. (The only thing my dogs like better than a nice used tampon, is a dirty baby diaper). I cannot see one of them leaving the house (successfully) with one of them "en mouth" and then dropping it on a walk.
Anyway, I simply do not understand the how and this mystery boggles my mind. Suggestions?

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