A friend of mine, many years ago when he was still living at home, came down to breakfast on a Sunday morning, having been out the night before. His father was already sat there.
"Take a girl out last night son?"
"Yes dad." (Bit puzzled.)
"Have a good evening?"
"Yes thanks dad." (Now even more puzzled.)
This continued after breakfast..)
"Gonna clean your car this morning son?"
"Er ... yes dad." (Strange question, it's not even that dirty.)
"Gonna do it now?" (What is the matter with him today?)
"Well ... soon."
"I've just done mine, there's plenty left in the bucket."
Thinking, oh for heavens sake, he went out to clean his car just to shut the old man up. When he got there, he saw what his father had noticed and he hadn't. There, on the driver's side so hidden from the house, stuck to the side of the car, where he'd thrown it away the night before and the wind must have blown it back ... was a used condom.
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