In high school, I was very fortunate to get a job working as an aide for a physical therapy clinic. It was a really fun job, and they also had a location in a city that was home to a community college, so I was able to work for the company through my first years of college.
My job was to assist the PT while he did inpatient care at a nursing home. I really loved it. The old people were hilarious and pretty entertaining (although sometimes frustrating) and I got paid relatively well for a college student.
We were able to wear scrubs to work, and since they are pretty dang comfortable, and the fact that we had to be to work at 6am, I took advantage of the opportunity. However, as a poor college student, I really hadn’t invested in too many pairs.
On the day of this particular embarrassing moment (I am the type of person to whom many moments like this happen, unfortunately), I was wearing a pair of bottoms that were not actually scrub bottoms, but had a button and fly, not elastic, and they were more fitted than traditional scrub bottoms. But since they looked like them, they still worked.
During my shift, I was helping a woman who was recovering from a total hip replacement. She was laying on the bed doing leg lifts, and I was helping her with her exercises. I was sitting on one of those low stools with wheels, when I saw her motion to me to lean in so she could whisper to me.
“Darling, I think it’s your menses,”she tried to whisper, but spoke not too quietly, pointing her finger at me.
I stared at her. What?
Ohhhh. That’s an old-timey way of saying that I am on the rag.
My eye snapped to my pants only to discover a HUGE gaping hole, exposing my bright red underwear.
Yep, I had worked for several hours, at two different facilities, with a huge hole in my pants, with my underwear exposed.
Thank you co-workers and anyone who may have seen but didn’t say anything to me, ‘preciate you guys!