Took a ride out to the burbs yesterday to spend a little time with the folks. While I'm there, my mother sends my father out on a run to National Wholesale Liquidators, and since I don't get to spend much time with the old man, I go along for the ride. We're in line to pay for the discount paper plates and plastic forks when what do I see hanging next to the AAA batteries, but a pack of condoms?...and for 99 cents yet. Now keep in mind that National Wholesale Liquidators is a store where the white tube socks they sell are dirty inside the sealed bag. If these guys are repackaging used, dirty socks, I don't want to know what's going on with the condoms. So my father sees me eyeing the Trojans and he says to me, "You running low? You wanna grab a pack?" Now god bless the man for having such confidence in his boy, but I'm far from "running low." Clearly, he doesn't read this blog. Luckily the cashier diverted his attention, and I didn't have to answer him. I just didn't have the heart to tell him I'm still working on the 3 pack I bought over a year and a half ago.