we had been camping in the bush for a couple days previous to getting to a
place in the middle of northern botswana called 'maun'. we needed to replenish our supplies to go on another extended week of camping in another park, and were spending the day in what is easily the busiest town for 400 miles.
my uncle and i went to grab something to eat before leaving as we saw
a pizza parlour and we were super tired of eating cold beans and a tomatoes on toast. so we rock in there, and the gentleman behind the counter obviously hadn't
encountered a lot of teen aged white girls, so he was kinda fascinated by
me.
as i purchased my piece of pizza, he was chatting me up , asking me questions and was not subtle about
making eyes. it was all very flattering, but i realized as i walked
away that i had nothing to wipe my face with. so i go back to the
counter.
"can i have a napkin please?"
his face drops and even though he's blacker than NIGHT, he blushes and
doesn't know what to do - just stands there staring at me. my uncle
then leans over and tells me:
" you just asked for a sanitary pad, and you have tomato sauce on yer face."
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