There is a used tampon in the parking lot of my apartment complex.
It's right in the middle of an unmarked parking spot next to spot 198. I'm giving you these specifics in case you want to come look at it.
Now I certainly can't say that I know all of my neighbors well. But I do spend a lot of time walking the neighborhood and I exchange hellos with people, and it's hard for me to imagine that any of my neighbors would change their tampon outside in the middle of the parking lot. Plus, given its location (literally in the middle of the parking spot), I choose to believe it fell out of someones garbage bag. We apartment dwellers are known for slapping our full garbage bag onto the hood of our car and driving it over to the dumpster. Maybe there was a hole in the bag and as this poor woman drove off, out fell the tampon. Then when this gal comes home, she parks her car in her spot, having no idea her used tampon is underneath her vehicle.
I first noticed the tampon on Sunday when I was walking the dog. I had hoped one of the maintenance guys would take care of it. We have three really nice, hard working maintenance guys. I have no complaints about them. But they are not touching this thing. Up until today there had been no rain and the tampon had begun to dry out and you could almost convince yourself that it wasn't a used tampon, maybe just a wad of bloody tissue. Yep, that's it. Someone had a nose bleed. But now, it's raining again and the tampon has swelled. And there is no mistaking it for anything but a used tampon.
I've almost picked it up myself. When I'm walking the dogs I always have a couple of bags with me. I could pick it up. I think about picking it up. But I just can't bring myself to do it. Here's the thing, I don't consider myself above any type of labor. If I had to pick up used tampons everyday to support my family, I would do it. But I wouldn't be getting paid for this. I would be doing this out of the kindness of my heart and apparently my heart is cold and bitter because I'm totally going to have a What's in it for Me? attitude about picking up this tampon. And as far as I can tell, there is NOTHING in it for me other than the fact that I won't have to look at it anymore. And frankly, the whole thing is not that big of a deal to me. I don't have to walk that way. But I'm still gonna. Because now I'm on tampon watch.
By my count, tomorrow will be five days.