@msolga,
Heh, very cute.
One night while I was at a house party, I went into the bathroom to get rid of a few quarts of beer...and while I was doing my business....it takes awhile to offload that much beer....I, as most men probably do, got bored and started looking around the room, being a construction worker, I of course checked out the flooring, and the baseboards...the vanity was a nice oak piece....oops just pissed in the trashcan a bit.....the wood trim looked really nice, and the sink top had a very well placed caulk bead...then I saw something that I'll never forget.
An open box of tampons lying on the floor beside the toilet...I think I might have even pissed on them a bit, while admiring the light fixture in the ceiling....at first I didn't pay any real attention, just glanced and looked away....the same way one might glance away when spotting a friends tube of herpes medicine lying about....oh, thats a private thing, I really shouldn't look. But it was too late, the image that was still fresh in my mind, was puzzling me, it simply could not be real....so I had to look again.
Now, being a younger man, I was no expert in these matters, but I had been married for long enough to have delt with tampons and their boxes on a regular basis....My new wife was much like a squirrel, stashing them everywhere, just in case of an emergency.....a few examples....going for a late night bowl of cereal, and pulling the box down and starting a tampon avalanche.....not being able to get a vhs tape in the vcr, cause of all the tampons hidden in there....my tools on the floor because my tool box was full of tampons....some stashed in the mircowave, the cookie jar....and naturally the glove box of both our vehicles, and the next door neighbors as well.
Ok, I think you get the picture....I knew exactly just how much space a standard tampon took up....it's volume. This box, that I had seen, which would hold the standard amount of 25, only held 6 big-0-ass huge cotton mop sized tampons. I thought they had to be some kind of gag gift, something you might find at a novelty shop, but they were the real deal with the namebrand and logo stamped all over the box. So of course with my runaway imagination going 90 mph, I got a vison of some old women, in a musty old farmhouse, setting at spinning wheels, deep in the Russian interior, toiling all day to produce enough filler for a case of these things...and then the happy couple getting said shipment, from the UPS man, in an old style wooden crate, with nails that they have to use a crowbar to open.
For the rest of the party, I pretty much kept my head down, cause things would get spilled and someone would yell....hey, I can't find the mop...or...ok, how many are staying the night, cause we don't have a lot of extra pillows.....to which I kept whispering to my new bride....they're in the bathroom...and then I would giggle for 20 min.
