Sometimes things that happen in real life are funnier than some jokes. So here is my story, and I'm sticking to it.
One Halloween when I was in junior high, my friends and I decided to TP this house. My best friend wanted to get condoms to put in the yard though. Neither of us had ever bought condoms before, and we were both VERY UNCOMFORTABLE doing so. We spent four hours trying to find a place where the condoms where not located immediately in front of the pharmacists who would watch you. Finally, we went to a gas station. I was against this idea from the get-go. I told her that if she wanted condoms that she was going to have to buy them. I went to the back of the store to grab a coke, while she found the condoms. I was standing behind her in line pretending to not be with her.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
This also happened to be the last day of the Lottery that no one had won for a good while, so it was big winnings...
So I was standing in line behind her, and the woman in front of her purchased a stack of lottery tickets. That woman left, and my friend anxiously placed her condoms on the counter. In a small voice she asked the busy cashier if you had to be eighteen to purchase them. The cashier who had not noticed the condoms on the counter and was still thinking of the woman who had just departed said, “No, but you have to be eighteen to turn them back in.”
My friend gasped, “OH MY GOSH, you mean you recycle these?”
I wanted to die.
p.s. my friends name is left out of the story to protect the identity of the innocent. But really, it was one of my friends, not me.
One Halloween when I was in junior high, my friends and I decided to TP this house. My best friend wanted to get condoms to put in the yard though. Neither of us had ever bought condoms before, and we were both VERY UNCOMFORTABLE doing so. We spent four hours trying to find a place where the condoms where not located immediately in front of the pharmacists who would watch you. Finally, we went to a gas station. I was against this idea from the get-go. I told her that if she wanted condoms that she was going to have to buy them. I went to the back of the store to grab a coke, while she found the condoms. I was standing behind her in line pretending to not be with her.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
This also happened to be the last day of the Lottery that no one had won for a good while, so it was big winnings...
So I was standing in line behind her, and the woman in front of her purchased a stack of lottery tickets. That woman left, and my friend anxiously placed her condoms on the counter. In a small voice she asked the busy cashier if you had to be eighteen to purchase them. The cashier who had not noticed the condoms on the counter and was still thinking of the woman who had just departed said, “No, but you have to be eighteen to turn them back in.”
My friend gasped, “OH MY GOSH, you mean you recycle these?”
I wanted to die.
p.s. my friends name is left out of the story to protect the identity of the innocent. But really, it was one of my friends, not me.
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