Friday, August 03, 2007

But Not a Drop to Drink

I plopped my purse on the counter at the dentist's office yesterday. I was digging for a pen when two condoms popped out.

There they sat. On the counter. In all their round, latex glory while the receptionist and I stared at them.

Why do I have condoms in my purse? I sure as hell ain't using them.

After the guys left the Cape house last month I kept finding them laying around. (At least they weren't used. Buffy finds all of those.) And I kept sticking them in my purse so I could donate them to a good cause. (Like Patrick's love life.)

But I forgot about them in there.

Now all I can think is...

Condoms, condoms everywhere.
And no one around to fuck.

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