“I work in a drugstore. One day this guy in his twenties comes in, picks up some normal male condoms, and comes to the counter. He said, “Don’t worry, these are for my girlfriend.”

“I work at a dry cleaners and people love to leave little surprises in their pocket for you. Like, used tissue paper, used condoms, half way chewed gum. Not to mention any of the little “accidents” they so left behind. But one day, checking pockets. There was a mini vibrator in a pocket that was not clean. Let me just say, every time you drop your clothes off and you leave a few bucks in your pockets, it’s going straight into my wallet.”

“For some reason, my twelve year old brother is curious about my parents’ sex life. Every day, he sneaks into my dad’s bathroom and counts how many condoms are there. Yesterday, he barged into my room, shouting “Mom and Dad had sex last night!” Apparently one condom had gone missing. I honestly have no idea why he finds this so fascinating. Me? I really don’t need to know about my parents having sex. *shudder*”

“i work in a supermarket, its easy work and the money’s not bad a few weeks ago a guy walks past me basket full of condoms, lube and chocolate sirup. the next thing i know he looks at his phone, mutters under his breath and dumps all the stuff on the floor then walks out. something tells me his evening got cancelled.”