In a financial blunder, the tampon machines will be removed from the building where I work. It seems that the financial genius who first had the machines installed thought that in a few short months he would be a millionaire and retire. He must have done his math wrong when he multiplied $.25 per tampon according to the number of women in my building and the number of times they'd forget their own personal hygiene tools and purchase his own brand of preference. Rumor has it that he was losing money in his venture.
"We don't have none of this stuff in the boy's room! Wait a minute! We don't got none of this... we don't got doors on the stalls in the boy's room, we don't have, what is this? What's this? We don't have a candy machine in the boy's room!"