Now, another question: What would you do with 500 condoms?
Well, I put out a hurricane lamp vase filled with condoms on my coffee table at home for every friend and visitor to take some home. Okay that created a few uncertain nervous chuckles from friends. On the other hand, the maintenance men demanded long explanations:
“No, I am not a prostitute even though I live in a historical area for prostitutes.
Yes, I am working for an AIDS orphans project … here see the brochure….”
I am not sure that worked but it still left me with the issue of homeless condoms.
So, I packaged what was left and put them on a friend’s doorstep with a note:
“Please bring to Fred*. Perhaps he can give them away at the bar.”
Let me explain, my friend is gay and his friend Fred who owns a trendy hip gay bar is gay, too.
Being a dear friend the box was delivered and refused! Fred said, “I don’t run that type of establishment.” Period. Condoms refused.
So, the journey of the condoms continued … as much in story of where they had been to who would like a complimentary condom to be used before the expiration date.
*name changed to protect the clueless