And so they let this girl and me out of the madhouse for the midafternoon smoke break only to have this nurse chase after us with a fistful of condoms in her hand.
"My dear," we said. "We just met."
"Take them anyway," the nurse said with a frantic look in her eyes. "Just in case...you know?"
"Oh, all right," we said. "We'll take a few rubbers to go."
The girl and I lit our smokes, chuckled, and went our separate ways. We really had just met. Another day in the house of the very mad, that's all.
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