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So I went to the deli on the first floor of my office for lunch yesterday. Normal stuff, turkey on a hard roll, bag ‘o chips. I’m standing in line to pay, thinking about what I need to do for the rest of the afternoon and how I need a strategy to stay awake. The girl in front of me is fishing around in her purse to get her wallet and as she pulls it out, something falls out of her purse onto the floor. Given my cat-like reflexes, I react quickly and bend over to pick up whatever it is for her.

It is in that moment that I realize some thing is very wrong and I need to quickly make a decision.

The item in question, laying there on the floor, is a maxi-pad.

Keep in mind that I’m in mid-stoop at this point and I’m scrambling to decide which would be more uncomfortable, picking up said pad and handing it to her or reversing course and standing back up nervously.

I opted for the latter. To her credit, she tried her best to avoid all eye contact as she reached down to scoop up her goods, but I could tell she was turning a tad red.