Dear Women I Work With:
What in the name of God posesses you to think you could flush a tampon? For chrissake, there's a separate little trash can in every stall for exactly the purpose of tossing your junk when you're through with it. It's not embarassing to use the rag can, that's what it's there for. When the janitor goes through at night and empties it, he's not expecting candy to fall out of it, he knows what's in there.
