A fast travel story:

(This may not be a good story for the guys, but it was funny nonetheless... Momma says it should be in the X-Rated section or "only a girls' story, in TASTEFULLNESS, Jennifer!! IT SHULD.  SUM PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO READ THAT!!")... so after that disclaimer, I proceed:

On June 22 at about 5AM, I, Jennifer Klein, prepared to gitty-up back to the States with my 6 months of Mexican luggage.  I rolled all of it up to the security guy at check-in and then proceeded to grunt and huff and puff and finally get the two 70 pound bags up on top of the table so that he could look inside.  He opened the front pocket, which I thought was empty, but I had forgotten that I had left a single, lone tampon inside. A little embarrassed, I hoped he would just glance at it and go on, but I suppose the tampon was apparently screaming DANGER DANGER, so he took it out and started looking at the package.  Not just lookin' but EXAMINING the package... we're talkin' like 3 inches from his nose here.  Then, he gingerly opens the package and takes out the supposed tampon bomb (at this point, the group of American high school students behind me in line were really giggling).  He pulls the string/detonation device... Maybe the white cotton contains Anthrax?... He looks genuinely puzzled. 

And then I remembered that someone told me that tampons are not really used in Mexico because some people believe that they steal virginity (interesting...). 

So, the poor security guy was sitting there determined to figure out the function of the American tampon... and I didn't have a clue of how to say the word tampon in Spanish....  and after about 2 or three minutes, he gave me a weird look and gave up.  But, now we all know to watch out for the latest terrorist mechanism of mass destruction:  The Tampon-bomb.

FYI:  Tampon in Spanish is "tampon" (with an accent on the "o").  Go figure.  :)