Man in a huff.
BOSS: I am so pissed. What is wrong with this place? There are Maxi-Pads in the first aid kit and no Band-Aids. Goll, I just can't believe it. AND WHY ARE THERE MAXI-PADS IN THE FIRST AID KIT?
ME: I put them there.
ME: It could happen. Look at last year...we had two incidents. Universities have crazy happenings. [laughing] Those Maxi-Pads are to be used as compresses in case of major injuries or to plug the bullet holes. Or if someone needed them for a monthly emergency, I would gladly go buy more. Did you not pay attention in my emergency response classes?
BOSS: [grr][fuming mad, irritated] Do you guys have any Band-Aids?
ME: Not me.
KELLY: Not me.
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I seriously had to think about that.
I could not wrap my head around a 53 year old man freaking out about Maxi-Pads.
As I was looking at the neatly organized kit I had made, the maxi pads were still intact in their individual boxes (SMH). It wasn't like they were all stuck up in there, hanging from the lid for all to see. Nor were they used (ew-gross). I checked around for all the supplies and I came across familiar medical doodads.
I pulled out a Zip Loc baggy.
[No, even though I work in academia, it was NOT the hidden pot stash.]
Low and behold!
The baggy was chuck full of Band-Aids. I added my new supply and additional medical doodads to the kit.
Around 8:00 am, Kelly came into work. Kelly brought the boss a bag of Band-Aids also.
I really believe the man had frozen up in fright when he came across the words: "MAXI-PAD" and out the window went all his senses. Little ol' me had to tease him about this morning when he came in...
ME: I had to laugh about you yesterday. Did you freeze up when you saw "Maxi-pads" because there was a bag of Band-Aids in the kit.
BOSS: They were little tiny Band-Aids. I needed a big one. [giggle] I did not freeze up over Maxi-Pads. [giggle]
ME: [giggle] OK. You didn't clarify that yesterday.
We all said MAXI-PADS and giggled. It's kind of like "boobies"...[giggle] only different.