Calling Mr. Condom

A nervous teenage boy sheepishly walks up to a convenience store counter and whispers softly to the clerk: “Condoms, please.” “Condoms!” the woman says loudly, prompting everyone in the store to turn and look at the youngster, who suddenly quivers with embarrassment. Then, in a normal voice, she says, “Sir how many packs do you want?”

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