Finally, at the age of 33, I have experienced a rite of passage most women get out of the way in high school.

Yesterday, my tampon leaked. Which is not unusual, it's a tampon. But then it somehow hurdled my panty liner and went straight for my light khakis. Oh, yeah, it was visible. Yes, at least one colleague was exposed. An older gentleman who I can only hope either didn't notice or afterwards told himself it must have been a shadow. A dark red shadow. In my crotch. That was creeping up towards my zipper.

Now, I basically have no shame, but when it comes to the body and its functions but I may have to avoid him for a couple days. Just in case.