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I have my period again which means that I have been in Spain for a month. I am pretty regular, FYI.
The day before I flew out, I went to get self-serve frozen yogurt with my sister. Oh god, I miss self-serve frozen yogurt. I was wearing the same gauzy brown dress that I am wearing at this very instant, in fact. There were no seats available, so we perched ourselves on a roomy windowsill to eat our lychee-flavored froyo or whatever it was. I felt like my tampon needed a change, but I was enjoying my final American yogurt too much to be bothered. When I stood up to throw away my empty cup, I noticed that I had left a maroon splotch on the (crisp white) windowsill. How can I still mishandle my period when I’ve had it for half my life?! I had defaced the store with my blood puddle. Fortunately, it was a Saturday night, so the employees were distracted by customers. I quickly sopped it up with some napkins and ran to the bathroom where I cleansed both myself and my gauzy brown dress. When I was walking back to where my sister was sitting, a girl stopped me and said, “You left—”
I waited on tenterhooks for her to finish, “— a dirty period stain on the windowsill, you nasty freak!”
But instead, she said, “—your iPhone in the bathroom.” Oh.
