We were driving home from visiting my Mom when Zoey announced, "I HAVE TO PEE RIGHT NOW!" So I pulled into a gas station and because I have the bladder of a pregnant woman with a fifty-pound baby inside her, I went in with her.
Zoey was sitting on the toilet when she asked me, "What's that behind you?"
I turned around and saw the condom machine. Oh Christ.
"Don't worry about that. Just finish up," I told her, hoping to kill the conversation.
"Are there cards in there?" she asked. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but it didn't stop me from lying to her saying, "Yeah. Something like that."
It's 2008. Now that we have 24-hour drugstores, Wal-Marts, and other places, do we really need condom machines in gas station restrooms? I could use a changing table instead. Better yet, they should install the changing tables next to the condom machines. I'm sure they'd sell a lot more condoms that way.
And to anyone who has ever purchased or has been with someone who purchased cologne from a gas station men's room, I have but one question: Why?
GHS: 3
P.S. There's still time to enter the Parent Bloggers NCAA Bracket Challenge. We've got twelve people in the pool so far.
Song of the day: Welcome To The Boomtown by David & David
Another Reason Why You Shouldn't Take Your Daughter Into The Men's Room
