I was in 8th grade, living with my dad in Florida. This was the year they invented maxipads with “wings” but earlier in the year. As those of you who have used the “pre-wing” pads know, the old ones leaked. No matter what. The first drop of blood to touch them would almost always make a beeline for one or both sides and make a break for freedom.
And so I would always wrap toilet paper around and around the crotch of my underwear after I stuck the pad on. This would usually keep my clothes from announcing my business to the world.
It was afternoon… I was wearing a skirt that day… I had taken the school bus home, as always, and walked the 3 blocks to my dad’s apartment. I went first to my room and dropped off my books, then to the bathroom to change my pad.
It wasn’t there.
I mean it was gone. Missing. All of it, toilet paper and all.
To this day I don’t know where it fell out, but it could have been any time after lunch… I sometimes wonder if there is someone out there who still tells their friends of the time back in jr. high when they were walking to class and some girl ahead of them “dropped a maxi” in the hall…
Friends’ Comments:
Melis “Oh man! Let’s just hope it went bye bye in the walk home!”
BeaFuddle “The maxipad incident is good. But mine went one step further. Freshman year at High School. I had a mad crush on this guy. We all hung around at the park. Well ‘pantsing’ was in. My so called best friend thought it would be a hoot to pants me in front of the guy I liked. Well unknown (for a short while) to anyone but me, it was that time of month. And my friend got a little to zealous. She pantsed me alright. Pants, AND underwear. Needless to say, the relationship never blossomed.”
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