In the spirit of sharing embarrassing moments, I thought I'd relive another little doozy with y'all. Cause, really, what good is a humiliating memory if you can't share it with others? This one, however, was TRULY mortifying because it took place during a time in my life when I hadn't yet learned to laugh at myself.
This went down eons ago when I was a brand spankin' new college freshman, just as naive and clueless as they could possibly come, and buying books at the campus bookstore was like a dream come true. I was all giddy with excitement as I waited in the ridiculously long line to pay for all my supplies. And as luck would have it, the cashier just so happened to be one hot piece of male upper classman ass. Boo-yeah! He casually smiled at me as I blushed and quickly glanced away. I didn't want him to see the drool that had formed on my chin from staring so hard.
When it was finally my turn to check out, I reached into my purse to retrieve my checkbook as I casually gave the cute clerk a sly grin. My ever-so-slight attempt at flirting, however, came to a quick crashing halt when I realized just what was inside the checkbook that I'd opened right there on the counter. Ten shades of red formed on my cheeks as I looked down at a pantyliner staring up at me, Mr. Hottie and the rest of the college bookstore.
I've never snatched up something so quickly in my whole entire life as I did that sanitary faux pas, and I did my best not to make any more eye contact whatsoever. It was truly THE world's longest transaction ever as I waited on pins and needles for him to print out my damn receipt. All I could think about was getting the hell out of there and finding the nearest hole in which I could hide forever more.
Moral of the story: Keep your feminine products in the lock and "padded" key section of your handbag at ALL times!!!