here is a funny condom story about me, circa 1999.
My then-girlfriend and I went to Newport, RI (a beach town for those who don't know) for a day trip. Days earlier, for some reason, I don't know why, I had loaded my backpack with hundreds of condoms and lube packets that were available for free from my college's AIDS action.
So we're walking down this picturesque coastline sidewalk, my backpack is on my back. I had put a sweatshirt in there or something, which is why I had it with me. There are cars parked at the meters on the sidealk, and we start to pass one that this couple in their 60s is getting into.. loading their lawn chairs and cooler and getting ready to go home. We're walking past them, and just as we pass their car, the zipper on my backpack breaks or something, and the contents of the backpack spill onto the ground. These contents are: 1 sweatshirt, 364572 condoms, 239436 packets of lube. Before I had any time to react, the 60 year old husband starts picking them all up and helping me get them back into my backpack as quickly as possible. The girl I am with is dying laughing, and trying to supress it. I'm standing there kind of surprised. The 60 year old WIFE however, starts getting snippy with her husband: "Get in the car. Get in the CAR! NOW! Let's GO! "GET IN THE CAR!"
He was trying to be helpful and the probably-conservative wife was appalled. I thought it was great.