I told my extremely supportive male boss:
“Hey, I’m bleeding down my leg and I need to go home.”
Without missing a beat he goes:
“Oh girl, say less. We got pads and tampons in the bathroom. I got you, babe.”
I just stared at him for a second.
Then slowly lifted my pant leg to reveal the giant gash running down my calf from falling off a ladder 10 minutes earlier.
The man went completely silent.
You could literally see his soul buffering.
Then he whispered:
“…that is SO much worse than what I thought you meant.” 😭
I got my period halfway through a 10-hour shift.
Checked my bag. Nothing.
Asked a few girls if they had a spare pad. Nobody did.
I was already planning which hoodie to tie around my waist when one of the guys on my team overheard.
He disappeared.
15 minutes later he came back with a pharmacy bag.
“My sister said these are the right ones. If not, blame her.”
Inside:
• pads
• chocolate
• painkillers
• a bottle of water
I offered to pay him back.
He looked genuinely confused.
“For what? It’s a medical situation, not a business transaction.”
Then he walked away.
The internet keeps telling me decent men are extinct.
Meanwhile this guy treated my period like an emergency supply mission and recruited his sister as a consultant. 😭