I was doing my usual craziness today, when a little boy came up to me and said "here clown".
He was holding a white tube.
Thanks.
He took it apart. It was a white tube a cotton middle with a string hanging off.
I told him to give it to his mom, who about had an aneurism from laughter. Apparently this 5 year old was digging around momma's purse and discovered a tampon. I'm not one to judge but don't you need to buy those from a vending machine in truck-stop bathrooms?
In my line of work, when you think you've seen everything, there's always something else to see.
He was holding a white tube.
Thanks.
He took it apart. It was a white tube a cotton middle with a string hanging off.
I told him to give it to his mom, who about had an aneurism from laughter. Apparently this 5 year old was digging around momma's purse and discovered a tampon. I'm not one to judge but don't you need to buy those from a vending machine in truck-stop bathrooms?
In my line of work, when you think you've seen everything, there's always something else to see.
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