That's almost as bad as no one telinlg you that your fly was down! And remind me to be your walking medicine cabinet when we walk together down the streets of Seattle some day. (You'll be able to take me to Let's make a deal, I'll have so much crud with me.) And yes, I carry something with me at all times for just a time as this, whether it be for me or for some wandering soul like yourself.And I'm going to be a lemming and tell you that this was absolutely one of the best posts that I've ever read. You're good, girl. You're that good.
You know if you drop some product names I bet some of those feinnime hygiene people would ask you to be their spokesperson.I think you should have a bandolier like they use in those old western movies, only instead of bullets you could have a tampon in each leather loop.Or you could go the spy route and be a bit more subtle, a secret pocket sewn into your sleeve, the ankle of your pants or a secret holster in your boots (when you wear them). That way you will always be prepared not only to defend yourself, but defenseless unprepared women everywhere. I see a future superheroine in the making but what to name you hmmm