I raise money for a living. I work at a large YMCA in the development office. Currently we are working on a $117,000,000 campaign which will allows us to build five new YMCAs, renovate several existing Ys and camps, send tens of thousands of children to programs who otherwise could not afford to attend and grow our endowment. Most people don’t like to ask folks for money. I got over that about a decade ago. I just really believe in the work that we do.
I often drive prospective donors around in my car to take them to programs or show them construction sites. I drive a 2007 Acura MDX. It’s a nice car that I’ve kept well maintained. But it is old. Each time I have an appointment, I try to remember to tidy up my vehicle wanting to make a good impression.
Recently, I pulled up to our downtown Y facility to pick up a couple I had never met. They were older, a bit reserved. I had forgotten to tidy.
I opened the car door for the wife and as she climbed in the back of my car, I noticed a number of tampons, in very colorful wrapping, dispersed across the seat and floor.
I dived in before her explaining my situation: “I am a widower and have three teenage daughters…” who apparently want me to get fired!
It used to be Cherrios I’d find strewn about my vehicle. My how times change.
I don’t get this. Do they just grab a handful and dash out of the house as if they’re taking mints from the checkout counter at Denny’s? What good are they to them in the car floor? Why not in a backpack or purse?
Why are they packaged in the most vivid colors available? Neon green, yellow and pink. You can’t miss them. They glow in the dark.
On more than one occasion, I’ve been asked to hold a stash in my pocket at an event. I’ve reached for my keys before and had a tampon explosion – dropping them on the floor and having to scurry around to clean up my mess. At least they’re easy to find.
I wish women had pockets. I wish cars had built in hygiene storage compartments. I wish tampons came in plain, gray packages.