Typing quickly because I'm busting
Yesterday I managed to get to the shops to do my groceries and pick up a few essentials. One of the things I needed to restock on was brassieres. Does anybody else read the word brasserie as brassiere? No? Just me then. I've been to Glass Brasserie a few times. There's a joke somewhere here about Cinderella and a glass bra but it's 7:30AM and my humour meter has depleted from being delightfully witty for 7 days straight, you know? Not really.
So bras in tow, I was at the butcher, purchasing my week's worth of iron and I go to pay. In the process of pulling my wallet out of my bag, I accidentally took a spare pad out with it. I'm not referring to the kind that you jot notes down on. Though, I suppose you could if you really wanted to.
Some guy had to kindly point out to me that I'd dropped my menstruation soaker on the floor. He kind of half bent down to pick it up for me, realised what it was and awkwardly stopped as I struggled to conceal my bag of bras.
It's not the most embarrassing thing I've done.
So bras in tow, I was at the butcher, purchasing my week's worth of iron and I go to pay. In the process of pulling my wallet out of my bag, I accidentally took a spare pad out with it. I'm not referring to the kind that you jot notes down on. Though, I suppose you could if you really wanted to.
Some guy had to kindly point out to me that I'd dropped my menstruation soaker on the floor. He kind of half bent down to pick it up for me, realised what it was and awkwardly stopped as I struggled to conceal my bag of bras.
It's not the most embarrassing thing I've done.
Here is an ox.
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