The tampon stories reminded me of my moment this past fall when I was in Oman (in the Middle East) on business.
I was flying out of Muscat at about 10:30 PM. It appears that the vast majority of the flights leaving Muscat do so between the hours of 10 PM and 2 AM. I guess it allows for better connections out of Dubai and Abu Dhabi. Anyhow, the place was a madhouse! There were hundreds of Indian and other types of expats checking huge TV sized cardboard boxes wrapped in blankets and tied with rope or twine. Apparently, luggage is a luxury that they dont imbibe in. They were even putting plastic jugs of liquid through the x-ray scanner! Oh my gosh! Gasoline or some other explosive! I was sure of it! I gulped hard, bit my tongue and said a prayer for my flight.
When I placed my suitcase and briefcase on the scanner, the security guard immediately pointed at my suitcase and demanded I open it. What?!? He allowed shady dressed men with huge nondescript boxes and bottles of liquid to slip right through, but he wanted to inspect the respectable suitcase of a white US woman? I unzipped the suitcase and he began to dig into one of the corners of my bag, truly on a mission to find my contraband. He was unconcerned about the obvious feminine clothing that he was coming into constant contact with. No, he knew what he was looking for. He pulled out a sandwich sized clear ziplock bag containing about a dozen unused applicator-free feminine products (OB type). He held them in the air, and with knowing conviction in his voice, he asked, What ees these?!? I leaned over my suitcase and in a low voice whispered the T word. That word that men worldwide run from, in fear of ever having to shop for and purchase, much less touch them! The guard dropped the little ziplock bag back into my suitcase as though he was holding uranium and may have to go for a hand amputation. He backed up, waived the suitcase zipped up immediately, and rushed off. I laughed out loud as I zipped, unconcerned about who may arrest me for insubordination in the security line with my white bullet shaped illegal imports.