Background: Every so often at work, you come across a garment of some sorts that has been ripped, torn, dirtied or sullied. When this happens, you have to get permission from your manager to ‘damage out’ the item, which entails filling out a piece of paper and having them sign it.
Um…I have a pair of jeans that we need to damage out.
Why? What’s wrong with them?
[Manager proceeds to look them over]
I don’t see any tears or rips anywhere.
Uh…
What?
It’s um…not so much a rip in the jeans as it is…uh…the menstrual fluids staining them.
Words can’t describe how I feel right now.
September 7, 2006 at 5:06 pm
How does that HAPPEN?!
It’s not like an all the sudden explosion. Nor is it something that you don’t know is coming, like a sneeze or a punch in the back of the head.
I promise you, John. It was not me.
~Your UNH gal pal
September 7, 2006 at 5:08 pm
Eeeeewwww!
September 7, 2006 at 5:44 pm
OH! GA-ROSS!!
Seriously. I’ve been a woman for almost 40 years. That has never happened in a dressing room.
September 9, 2006 at 2:04 am
Please tell me you were wearing gloves when you handled these jeans.
ewww…ewww…ewww….
September 9, 2006 at 3:42 am
You know what I just thought of. Maybe the customer was practicing one of the methods of dealing with your period as advised by Tamp-Action. Remember the brochure? To help save the environment, a woman can choose to USE NOTHING when experiencing menstruation. So don’t hate. She was saving your children from having to deal with pollution … or something like that.
September 9, 2006 at 8:37 am
oh tamp-action…. oh tamp-action….. remember how grossed out tiffany was? great memories
September 10, 2006 at 12:00 am
I wish you guys could have seen Carmen’s reaction to the whole thing when Clay told her about it. I’m sure you can imagine, though. Hilarious.
September 10, 2006 at 6:25 pm
My friend once pulled a used tampon out of a pair of pants she was trying on at a department store. I really don’t know what is the matter with people.
September 11, 2006 at 10:34 pm
EWWWW – Please make the bad post stop….
September 11, 2006 at 11:59 pm
oh my god that is gross. i don’t envy you your job.