I have a story about condoms. When I was 17, I had a job in a pharmacy in South Africa. There was a large window looking into the shopping centre, and next to the window was on of those horses the toddlers ride with a coin from mum or dad. A large group of schoolboys, around 11 or 12 years old were huddled around the horse, cackling and elbowing each other. I knew they were up to no good. After a few minutes, of of the boys came up to the counter where I stood and emptied a handful of assorted coins on to the top and asked in a falsetto squeak "Excuse me Miss...could I have a packet of condoms please". I looked at him sweetly and replied."Certainly young man...small, medium or large"? He went blood red and fled the scene, abandoning his spread of sweaty coins, never to return.