Before I start, I would like to say that I think it’s just as important to share the funny stories with ya’ll as well as the stories about the crazy things that God is doing in my life.
So, today, I’ll be sharing a funny story. Boys, I will be talking about tampons, so if that makes you uncomfortable go ahead and stop reading now…
Let me preface the story by telling you that tampons aren’t very easy to find in Central America….
So,
Our first week in Honduras, we realized how close we were to the national league Honduras futbol team stadium. Since then, we’ve been trying to figure out a way to get to a game. We didn’t want to go alone because 1 being white draws attention and 2 being a white woman draws even more attention. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times my team and I have been cat called the last 3 months. So, we waited until our ministry host could take us! We rolled up to the stadium and bought our tickets for 150 Limpiers ($6-7 USD) and walked through the doors. We were greeted by a few lovely women police officers who were checking bodies and bags for anything unsafe. All is well as our host goes through the line and all the other girls on my team go through the line, and then it’s my turn. The lovely police officer starts checking me and all is well until she starts unzipping the pockets in my bag. While this is going on, my team slowly starts walking away thinking I will be shortly behind them, but alas I was not. I was still standing in line getting questioned about my tampons. The police officer proceeds to take one out of my bag and starts unwrapping and pulling it apart and asking me what it was. She says, “que es?” I say, “uhhhh feminine product?” She didn’t speak English so needless to say she didn’t understand. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have to explain what a tampon was in Spanish so basically, I was at a loss for words yelling for my teammates to come back and help me. As the situation proceeds, my wordlessness turns into hand motions which I must say is pretty common when there is a language barrier. Reply in the comments if you have a better hand motion other than just pointing “down there.” Seriously though, asking for a friend. She starts to show my disassembled tampon to the other offices and none of them have a clue either! After probably only about 20 of the longest seconds of my life I see her point to her ear like it’s a q-tip or something so I decide to agree and just go with it. She throws the tampon into my bag and moves onto the next person.
Moral of the story is, I am a boujee female because I have tampons. Who. Knew. Just another way that God has shown me I am living far, far above my means and I lack discernment about what is necessary. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to use tampons, but MAN I think I convinced myself that they were just a universal thing by now (they should be, let’s change that). So, women, what have we learned? That it is wise to keep a description of what a tampon is whenever you are in a county that does not speak English.
What I learned: Don’t take life too seriously because that won’t EVER stop God from embarrassing you if that’s what He feels is needed.
Also, as we were leaving the game, a man shouts out to us in English, “Hello ladies!! I will love you forever!!!”
The end.
Love,
Banana
