Dec. 30th, 2008

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So I was walking through the office today when the lab manager flags me down.
He says, “Cody, I need you to buy some condoms.”
Me: "?!?! . . . Is it my birthday?"
Him: "No, not for you."
Me: “You want me . . . to buy condoms . . . for you?”
Him: “Yeah, I need you to get the smallest condoms you can find.”

TMI!

Me: “. . . Do they even sell them in the kids section?”
It turns out that they need these itty-bitty condoms to run some soil tests. The samples I gave them are too narrow to fit in the regular rubber membranes, so they need something smaller. I suggested balloons, but nope, condoms are best. So the lab manager’s giving me this weird shopping list: small condoms, un-lubricated, no reservoir tip, un-ribbed, in other words, the saddest condoms ever. It may be a bit embarrassing, buying a case of tater-tot-sized condoms. But at least they’ll be easy to find. The box will have a sad face on it.

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