Bathroom tampons.

So. Fun story time.

The first time I was getting pads for my GF was pretty traumatizing. Mostly because my-then Gf had given me hyper specific instructions on where to find the pad she needed, and the pads at the spot weren’t that

(They had changed the placement.)

What made it traumatizing is having to call the GF while being screamed at by some karen screeching fundie Christian things at me (as if I were demon possessed,) while also trying to get any staff she could to arrest me; while following me to my car and refusing to let me leave.

Fun fact- it’s illegal to force exorcisms on cops because you’re being arrested. Apparently.

Anyways, Megyn here. She has the same vibes.