I looked to my left and I was starting right at the rack of condoms.
I was always fascinated by how guys got embarrassed when they went
to a store to buy those. I would be glowing because I would know
that I was about to get laid.

I guess that I was staring at the rack a little too long because the
cute guy behind the counter poked his head out and said, "You know,
we have more of those in the back if you want to come and
take a look." I knew what he was getting at.

I walked through the swinging door and he led me to the back room.
I asked him where his "special" selection was. He told me that that
was just a trick to get me back there. He said that the medicine that
the doctor gave me wouldn't make me feel any better.