If You Give My Mother a Cookie...

My mom said that she attended a health fair after she went to her appt. at the hospital (just a regular check-up, don't worry). So she was going from table to table collecting stickers and taking quizzes so she could get a prize. She ends up at one table where she thinks there are cookies in little wrappers. So she picks up a "cookie" and then when she feels it she says, "This isn't a cookie!" The woman running the table, who happened to be Chinese American, said, "It's not a cookie! It's a condom." Then my mom threw the cookie/condom down and said, "I don't need that!" The woman said, "You can give it to your son or grandson." My mom told her that she didn't have either, but before she left the table a man swooped down and grabbed a fistful of condoms and said, "I need this."

The worst thing was helping my mother pronounce the word condom about a dozen times. Then I joked that she should get a boyfriend so she could use them, and she laughed and said, "Don't be stupid. How can I get a boyfriend?" I think it's interesting to note that she didn't object to using the condom, just the act of getting a boyfriend. Hmmmm.

She said she was going to leave that incident out of her weekly story for her school. I personally think it's the heart of the story, but she's too much of a prude to include it.