Someone at church came up to me and asked me for a pen. Not breaking eye contact with them, we began a conversation as my hand reached into my purse and began the search for a writing instrument. Once I found said instrument, like a prize claw machine, my hand emerged from the great abyss. Only, I wasn’t holding a pen.
It was a tampon.
What the tampon incident of ’01 taught me was this: JUST OWN IT. When embarrassing stuff happens to you, and it happens to me a lot, the best thing to do is make a joke, laugh and move on.