Embarrassing things that roll out of your bag

True story, you even get names and surnames with our extremely embarrassing scenes. Anyone who has never let something embarrassing roll, fall, or spill out of a bag simply cannot be a woman or does not use a bag as it is intended (filled to the brim, so things fall out, get caught, and fly around). We share the most unfortunate situations from our bag lives. Even a designer bag won't save you from this.

Our Annabelle always provides herself with some makeup on the train. We find that a logical place. In her bag was a thong, because a sleepover was on the agenda. But when she pulled out her makeup bag, her tiger thong was catapulted. Right into the bag of her neighbor.

One more in the category of ‘everything that can embarrassingly come out of your bag’: Lot who blindly grabbed her lip gloss in a busy store and then wanted to gloss her lips with her tampon. Thank God no one was looking. I would have liked to see it anyway.

Who doesn't know it: you take out your wallet to show your public transport pass to the conductor and in your enthusiasm, you immediately fling a tampon through the carriage. And everything rolls in a train, but really EVERYTHING rolls in a train, tampons are round and tend to roll and roll and roll even more. One thing: never try to grab it, because then all your fellow train travelers will know it's yours. Just let that thing go, Annick.

In airplanes, everything rolls nicely too. Kiki had a exploded deodorant roller - yes, that can only happen to our Kieks - and that ball had sort of popped out. You can feel it: that was also going to roll. But the man in front of her thought: hey, she's dropping something. Only that wet roll picked up all the dust, hair, and dirt within one seat distance. Well, eww.

Fairly safe or not, we are big proponents of it, but you don't want to blurt that out on your first date. But if you want to pull out a debit card from that small, cute clutch and accidentally grab such a safe friend to take outside, then that is... un-com-fort-able.

We keep rolling. Lil went on vacation as little Lillie with her mother, only the child had a terrible cold. Due to a lack of a neat pack of tissues, mom therefore stuffed a toilet roll in her bag. Once at customs, it went horribly wrong, the roll swung out of the bag, went on the (yes) roll, and ended up somewhere at the end of the checkpoints. You understand: Lil could have cried.

So I accidentally bonjour-ed my thong on the table during an appointment with one of the most talented hairdressers in the Netherlands and his team. It went like this. My hair was being styled, but there had to be a nice before and after photo, and now Rob wanted to see which shirt matched well. Oh, I said Rob? But in my enthusiasm, I not only knocked the shirts onto the table but also half the contents of my sports bag for later that afternoon. Then there is only one way: act like nothing is wrong and quickly stash the issue back in your bag. The shaaaaaame. I'm sure his assistant saw it and I thank him forever for his silence.

Moral of this story: thongs get caught on things and the rest rolls with flair.