I work for a company that develops certification courses. I'm currently working on blood borne pathogens. With possible HIV exposure comes post-exposure prophylactics. Basically, a cocktail of drugs to help prevent you from contracting the virus. They're about 80% effective according to my research. Even still, don't be stupid. Use protection. Or as my grandmother (may she rest in peace, and not come smite me for putting this on the internet) would call them "prophylactics." Not condoms, or diaphragm. But prophylactics.
In fact, she used to ride the bus to work, back in the day. And once she went to open her purse for change only to find that her darling husband (my grandfather...may he rest in peace and not smite me for putting this in the blogosphere) had filled her purse with....*whispers*.....prophylactics. Blown up....*whispers*....prophylactics. They proceeded to spill out of her purse, her face turning red in direct proportion to the amount of .... whispers*....prophylactics...that came out of the purse.
You see, she would tell this story to us, but she'd never be able to say condoms. Nor would she be able to say prophylactics with a normal timbre. She was not raised to. Ladies didn't talk about such things. Well Grandma, now the whole world will know your secret.
I love you!
P.S. I had to go in and fix this 3 times. I should learn to edit before posting. *sighs*
2 comments:
Grandpa would just laugh at this post but Grandma may just smite you! Love it though...
I absolutely LOVE that story, and the delivery...
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