So yesterday I was hoofing it downtown on my lunch break, when some bright spots of red and yellow on the ground caught my eye.
I slowed a little bit as I passed the little circles and realized that they were condoms. Out of their packages. I refrained from attempting to see if they’d been used.
Anyhoo… I kept on going down the street, half-following this little trail of discs randomly dropped in the snow. There were probably a dozen or so of them in total, plus some torn condom wrappers.
It just made me wonder — were some kids out goofing around with a box o’ rubbers in the middle of the night? If they wanted to play with balloons, frankly, the dollar store would have much cheaper ones.
Maybe it had something to do with the downtown prostitutes — the office isn’t in the most pristine of areas in town. But that might mean that some of those condoms were, in fact, used.
Or was it some sort of kinky version of Hansel and Gretel, the condoms acting as some sort of breadcrumb trail, leading to an unspeakable wickedness?
Who knows? It was entertaining for about thirty seconds, or so…