You're out on a date with someone whom you know lives with others. There are 3 separate full-bathrooms in this large four or five-bedroom home where several people of different sexes, genders, and orientations live.
The date and I get hot, heavy, gooey, and messy. Toward the end of the date, I head for the nearest bath to clean up a bit before getting dressed.
Right before sitting down, I notice something sitting on the lid top. I decided to look closer at the item. There, in plain sight, sitting on an otherwise clean toilet tank lid is a used and leaking condom. The nasty guy could have put a knot in it, put it in the trash, or flushed it. No, he's gotta be gross setting it on the lid where many of us would have shells, dop. kit, kleenex, tp, or pick any other suitable item. I had to stop my clean-up and move to one of the other washrooms. It was years (maybe 40 plus) ago, but it's nothing I'll probably ever forget.
