4 for 2

I was just looking at my beards posting and remembered this:

Recently I went to the student health center for my yearly check-up. As a soon-to-be a full-time unemployed person with an expiring health insurance, I figured I may as well take care of business, just in case. Besides, since I preach prevention like a maniac, I may as well live up to my own expectations of others.

So, as you can imagine, student health center is the ideal place to stock up on condoms. They are everywhere, in pretty bowls when you check in, on a gigantic box in the waiting area, in a brown lunch bag in the nurse’s office (when you’re a student, you don’t get to see a doctor unless the nurse cannot figure out what is wrong with you). Not that I am in some sort of a condom usage spree, unless you count the times I fill them with water to drop on top of my annoying Riverdance-in-clogs-I-love-practicing-bowling-at-1am upstairs neighbor. OK, that never happens either. But condoms are expensive, especially when you’re on grad student budget, so I figured since I poured thousands into my education, I may as well get something back.

I decided to get four – you never know, spring is in the air, people are feeling amorous, I’ve been going out and drinking more and more lately – and to my dismay, when I got home, two of them were expired! I am not sure if this is fate’s comment on my life or what. I suppose the expiration date on the other two is two years away so with the way things are going, I should be OK with just 2.