Hannah lucked out, her new boyfriend Ben is taking her away on a romantic holiday. They’ve only been dating a few weeks and here they are, flying off to an exotic destination together. When they’re halfway there, curled up in blankets and watching a movie together, things suddenly take a turn for the worse. Hannah gets her period, but there is no tampon insight, and worst of all she’s wearing white capri pants. Shit.
She embarks on a covert mid-flight operation to locate a tampon, but her mission is failing as she comes up against indifference, unease and awkwardness; the flight attendant is not in a rush to help, and her options are fast running out. It seems like the only ally Hannah’s got is the tannoy in the galley next to the loo. Hiding and whispering about her trouble isn’t going to help, she’s going to have to speak up.
A light-hearted take on the clash between reality and old-fashioned attitudes, where openly asking for a tampon can cause as much stress and panic as a decompressed aeroplane cabin.