She's got it; Yeah baby, she's got it

Dunkin Donuts was packed this morning. Maybe everyone needs more coffee than usual after celebrating last night. While waiting in line and tapping my toe along to "Venus" which was playing in the store, I was lost in thought about how no one ever orders the blueberry flavored iced coffee. Suddenly, I found myself at the front of the line and I didn't have my gift card in hand. (Since the lines are so long and people are in a hurry in the morning, I try to be as expeditious as possible by having my precharged card ready to hand to the cashier.)

I figured I had about 45 seconds before the next cashier would become available, and I challenged myself to find my card prior to that. My purse is not in an organized state, and the odds of me finding the card in less than a minute were not in my favor. I felt my hand hit my check book, some loose change, a hairbrush, my keys, and finally, my card. With a sense of triumph that bordered on being pathetic I quickly raised my card from the bowels of my bag just as I heard, "Next person in line!" Not only did my card emerge, but out of the corner of my eye I saw something else fling into the air and land on the man's foot behind me. A tampon. To his credit, the man just let me remove it from the floor without a witty remark. Hopefully, the man was not familiar enough with feminine products to realize that the pink wrapper also meant that this was no ordinary tampon; it was a super.