Professional idiot

I have this impressive knack for embarrassing myself. I fall down stares, spill stuff on pants and generally just make an ass out of myself. But lately I have one upped myself; I’ve become a professional idiot I believe. I’m hoping to get sponsors so if you’re interested let me know.

Take for example today. It was early, I was tired. I had stayed up until 4 am the night before*. So I’m in class, leading a discussion when I need to get something out of my purse. As I open it, out tumbles my Plan B box. And of course they don’t put these things in a normal sized Sudafed box, oh no, this thing is massive, about the size of that horrid Twilight book, and screams “SHE HAD SEX! And it was unprotected, how irresponsible of her, everyone should point and laugh.” I’m pretty sure my professor and all the others in the class saw it as well. So I wanted to die but kept going.

And I don’t understand the point of the size of the box. The two itty-bitty pills are the size of pinheads. It’s a waste of perfectly good cardboard; it’s reasons like this that we are in a recession. I think they do it on purpose to shame you. Those bastards.

*This was not actually the cause of needing the emergency contraceptive (Yep, that’s on the box too).