I was bored and leaning on the counter when a man came up next to me and smacked his purchase down loudly enough on the counter that I turned my head and looked: a "Party Pack" of condoms. I wondered why he was at the pharmacy counter rather than at the less busy counter up front, but OK, whatever.
So we stand there and we wait and, as I pick up my keys, he looks me in the eye -- a long, meaningful -- and, might I add, bloodshot -- look that says "hey, Baby." Then he slides the condoms closer to me.
I got out of there like a scared rabbit.