Okay, I've got two stories that kind of link to tell.
When I worked at Taco Bell as a kid, I was sweeping the lot one morning, and I found a used condom on the ground. Just sitting there, right next to one of the light posts. A used fucking condom. Well, I swept it up, and continued on with my job, and I told my co-worker about it when I got inside.
I remember two main things brought up at that point;
"Who would be fucking at Taco Bell in the middle of the night?"
"While I'm glad he used protection, what kind of guy fucks a girl in a parking lot of a fast food joint?"
Now, today, I found a used condom wrapper in the drive-thru while sweeping up, I just lost it. I immediately stopped what I was doing, picked up the wrapper, brought it inside and showed everyone working what I found. The girls, of course, started laughing, and I proceeded to tell the story I just told.
How does that happen to the same person twice in 10 years, though?
When I worked at Taco Bell as a kid, I was sweeping the lot one morning, and I found a used condom on the ground. Just sitting there, right next to one of the light posts. A used fucking condom. Well, I swept it up, and continued on with my job, and I told my co-worker about it when I got inside.
I remember two main things brought up at that point;
"Who would be fucking at Taco Bell in the middle of the night?"
"While I'm glad he used protection, what kind of guy fucks a girl in a parking lot of a fast food joint?"
Now, today, I found a used condom wrapper in the drive-thru while sweeping up, I just lost it. I immediately stopped what I was doing, picked up the wrapper, brought it inside and showed everyone working what I found. The girls, of course, started laughing, and I proceeded to tell the story I just told.
How does that happen to the same person twice in 10 years, though?

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