>Writing about the brouhaha over the new Trojan ad reminded me of a critical situation which arose while I was driving through Georgia with Dr. P on Monday. We stopped at a gas station to de-fill our personal tanks. It was the kind that had two individual bathrooms inside, one for men with a toilet and urinal, and the other for women with just a toilet. Both were surprisingly clean.
I went into the women's room while Dr. P used the ATM. As I did my business, I was delighted to find that there was a condom and "personal pleasure accessory" dispenser on the wall. For a mere 50 cents, I could get one of six erotic surprises from "Pandora's Box." I peed as fast as I could so that I could get to the fun shopping.
Alas and alac, the damn machine was broken. I exited the toilet room in a deflated cloud. But when Dr. P emerged from the men's room, I was elated to note that it had not one, but two machines on the wall! Double my chance for success! Sadly, neither of those machines worked, either. At least we got to pee and Dr. P got some dough, so not all was lost at the pit stop.
Reflecting on my almost adventure back in the mini van, I realized that sometime when I was in junior high (maybe the end of 7th or 8th grade, I can't remember exactly), my parents picked us kids up from school on the last day before summer break, and we drove down to Florida. As we passed through Georgia, we stopped at a gas station for a bathroom break. That one had outdoor bathrooms and was unsurprisingly completely nasty. What fascinated me, though, was the condom and flavored body oil/lube dispenser on the bathroom wall. I had never seen anything like it before, and I think it aroused my interest in weird sexual products and factoids.
Odd that a kid from a big city in the north should find these sex products for the first time in the Bible belt. Religious people are kinky, I tell you.