Silly confession here.

Each day for the past week, I pass by this little corner convenience store. It's one of those small, dingy places, but it's convenient and the people who work there are really cool.

Some time last week, I stopped in and bought a bottle of water and a single condom. As I was checking out, the owner/cashier made some silly, off the cuff comment

"It looks like someone is going to have fun" The cashier said, with this smirk on his face.

I just smiled, laughed a little and left. All good really, we chit-chat in a friendly manner all the time.

The next day, again, I stopped in. I bought my usual, and was about to head into the line. But I stopped and picked up another single condom. Now, I didn't really need another one. And even if I did, it would make sense to buy more than a single at a time. But, I just wanted to see/hear the cashier's reaction. I honestly didn't think he would say anything.

"Again, another one? Pretty girl, you've been busy" (something like that). He said, again with this smirk, even bigger than yesterday's.

True to his character, not only did his remember yesterday's purchase, he had the balls to comment again.

For the next few days, I repeated the same routine. Stop in, buy my usual and pick up a single condom. And again, each time the cashier makes some sly, sometimes misogynist comment to me. All good honestly, I'm having fun here, trying to get a reaction. And I respond with some witty, punchy comments of my own.

"Well, it's something you never want to run out of"

"You should see how many I buy from the store down the street"

"I don't need a receipt, I don't want my husband finding it"

It's clear that he's enjoying our quick encounters.

Just yesterday, I'm in his store again. Per the usual, I bring a single condom to check out. But as he's scanning it and about to say something, I cut him off.

"Wait! Hold on for a second.."

As I dash back to the aisle and pick up many more condoms. There I literally picked up a handful of single condoms and went back to the cashier. I sprinkled them on the counter, like poker chips splashing the pot.

"I better buy more... I'm not sure how many guys there will be today" I said this with the straightest of faces, dead panning my words.

And with that, the chatty, talkative, sometimes even crude cashier, for the first time in a week.... had nothing to say.