don't let this happen to you
note: this post is not male-friendly. it's somewhat crude. you've been warned.
my boss called me over to her office this afternoon for a quick meeting and on the way there, i hit the restroom because i really had to pee.
i finished my business, waltzed into her office like a princess, plunked myself into a chair opposite her, and started blathering on about something like i was all that. the events that followed proved that i clearly was not, am not, nor will i ever be, all that.
so, totally unbeknownst to me, the pantiliner i had on had when i first entered the bathroom somehow managed to detach itself from where it was originally adhered, jostled down my pant leg, and found its way clinging for dear life, stuck to my left shoe.
just as i crossed my left leg over my right and came to the mortifying realization that i had a feminine hygiene product just randomly hanging off my person (causing me to turn a bright shade of "oh-fuck-me-how-in-the-fuck-did-that-fucking-happen" red), a colleague barged in on our meeting, providing the perfect distraction for me to gingerly remove the little bastard from my shoe. i formed a tightly-clenched fist around the evidence, shoved my hand deep into my pocket and quietly excused my sad, pathetic self from the room.
i'm thinking this must be payback for all the posts on blogs i've read lately where people have shared some highly embarrassing moments, causing me to thank freakin' goodness that shit didn't happen to me. but, oh well. what can you do?
i mean, pardon me for ovulating.
my boss called me over to her office this afternoon for a quick meeting and on the way there, i hit the restroom because i really had to pee.
i finished my business, waltzed into her office like a princess, plunked myself into a chair opposite her, and started blathering on about something like i was all that. the events that followed proved that i clearly was not, am not, nor will i ever be, all that.
so, totally unbeknownst to me, the pantiliner i had on had when i first entered the bathroom somehow managed to detach itself from where it was originally adhered, jostled down my pant leg, and found its way clinging for dear life, stuck to my left shoe.
just as i crossed my left leg over my right and came to the mortifying realization that i had a feminine hygiene product just randomly hanging off my person (causing me to turn a bright shade of "oh-fuck-me-how-in-the-fuck-did-that-fucking-happen" red), a colleague barged in on our meeting, providing the perfect distraction for me to gingerly remove the little bastard from my shoe. i formed a tightly-clenched fist around the evidence, shoved my hand deep into my pocket and quietly excused my sad, pathetic self from the room.
i'm thinking this must be payback for all the posts on blogs i've read lately where people have shared some highly embarrassing moments, causing me to thank freakin' goodness that shit didn't happen to me. but, oh well. what can you do?
i mean, pardon me for ovulating.
posted by rach at 6:39 pm
2 Comments:
This very same thing happened to me once! Except I don't ovulate, so I don't know what I'm talking about.
At least nobody saw you.
i don't think anyone saw me. the person who barged in on that meeting called in sick to work the next day. you gotta hope the two events aren't related.
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