I was out on a walk with my mom, and I spotted a used condom on the pavement.
The idea of a used condom on the pavement in a cul-de-sac of suburbia tickled me. How did it get there? Were they a couple of high schoolers in parked car, and they threw it out the window when they were finished? Did they bring kneepads and do it right there on the asphalt? Did they have sex somewhere else but felt the need to dispose of the condom in a completely random location?
I snapped a couple shots.
My mom screamed, "Don't take a picture of the condom! Gosh!"
"It's ART!" I protested.
"No it ISN'T!" she said, and hurried as far away from me as she could, MORTIFIED that she had raised a daughter who took photographs of USED CONDOMS.
It is a fine day indeed when you can embarrass your PARENTS. This, my dear mother, is payback.