Ok. So last weekend I was on a road trip with a girlfriend. We were on a stretch of road with few stops. And that is when I realized my tampon was no longer doing its job. It was cold outside, and we could not find a gas station or rest area. So I had to fix the problem in the car. Which raises the question: Ladies, where is the weirdest place you have been when you had to do the girl thing?
The same thing happened to me once. I was with my boyfriend, who was very curious about such things.
Oh, lord have I been there. I was also in a car–we were on a road trip so my older brother could look at colleges. I couldn’t have been more than 14, and I was embarrassed as hell to say anything. We had a minivan, and I was camped out in the way back seat. I’m pretty sure nobody saw me do it, sure as hell nobody mentioned it.
Wow, that must have been hard to conceal.
Yeah. I’m glad that my experience was with someone who understood about such things.
It was dark, I was under a blanket, and nobody was paying a damn bit of attention to me, luckily. 
A brave rescue nonetheless.
Here I thought this was going to be a thread about mutual lesbian loving 
I’m just glad I have no idea what the hell you’re all talking about.
Ok . . . .
Augh, I was getting some stuff out of storage and I was standing there inside the storage unit when I realized that my tampon wasn’t doing its job. It seemed fairly urgent and I wasn’t sure what to do – finally I decided just to change it right then and there. The rolling garage-type door was half up. It’s NOT a busy place – I’ve often gone there without seeing anyone else. But just at that vital moment when I’m reaching down is exactly when a guy walked by and looked right in. I just looked away and pretended nothing was happening as I died of embarrassment. I don’t even think he knew exactly what I was doing – probably thought I was some freak with a storage unit fetish…
Haha. So he just so the lower half of you . . .
Silly! They’re talking about changing filters! 
(Don’t mind me, I’m just the designated “feminine hygene” purchaser in our household)
Bumpin this one once.
In an article about L7: “This is after all the band who bared their minges on live TV show ‘The Word’ before giving a souvenir of their set when an ovulating Donita Sparks removed her tampon onstage at the Reading festival and hurled it into the crowd in response to a barrage of missiles and mud.”
The author of the article obviously lacks an understanding of the female reproductive cycle. If she was ovulating, she would not need a tampon.
I had slept over at my boyfriend’s (now husband) apartment early in our relationship. When I woke up, I realized I had a leaker, but not until he was already in the bathroom taking his shower. His bathroom was one that had a toilet enclosed in one small room with the shower, and we weren’t yet at the phase in our relationship where we had open bathroom doors, so I was stuck.
I decided to change my tampon right there in the middle of his bedroom, while standing up. You’d think I might have been a little smarter, considering I’d been receiving monthly periods for almost TEN YEARS by this point, but no.
While removing the tampon, my body decided to let loose a torrent of menstrual fluid all over boyfriend’s cream-colored carpet. I stared at it in horror, finished my business, and went looking for cleaning rags.
Then, to make an even bigger dumbass of myself, I joined him in the shower, gave him a fantastic bj, and THEN told him about the carpet. My technique worked … not only did he not freak out, but he actually volunteered to clean the spot so I could get to work on time. Can you believe I married him??
Sounds like a good move to me.
For me it was not where I did the deed (restroom), it was my predicament.
We were having lunch in this beautiful teeny town on the Greek island of Corfu.
I guess I had my schedule wrong. My period started close to a week earlier than I’d expected. I’d brought tampons, but they were back in the hotel, miles away.
I got that lower back dull ache feeling. I was sitting there thinking, uh oh. Explained to my husband (no problem) but also my younger son was there, awkward but oh well, too bad.
I grabbed my Greek phrase book (thank you, Lonely Planet) and found the word for tampon. I went to the restaurant owner, said “Please” in Greek, she took one look at me (obvious American) and got her daughter. I showed the daughter the Greek word for tampon. She opened the cash drawer and not only discreetly handed me a tampon, it also happened to be my brand. (OB).
when its “that time” I am always near a bathroom.
Though once when I was a dancer, I realized I’d started while on stage.
Fortunately, I wasn’t wearing white, got offstage quickly and ran to the bathroom.
Though I once danced nude for about a month and decided to stupidly o so with a tampon; I cut the string.
Fine, except I couldn’t get it out then, and had to go to the dr. next day.
I wish they’d make Super Duper…
She kept tampons in the cash drawer? For some reason I think that’s awesome.