In an open letter to the woman whom I didn’t tell that her maxi pad was hanging out of her pocket by a good two inches,

“I found myself thinking about you the other day and I was surprised to find that I still found it funny. You were there giving a presentation to the class with that telltale pink plastic betraying you against those navy blue corduroys. Had you been nicer, I probably would have told you. Had you been nicer, maybe someone else, anyone, would have told you. Instead, here I am giggling about it fifteen years later.”