Almost twenty years later, I still remember this guy’s chutzpah with admiration. He needed a condom, urgently, which implied what he planned to do as soon as he found one. But he wasn’t afraid to reveal all this to a stranger and ask for help—two things that are usually one-way tickets to social anxiety. He could have easily thought, She’s going to think I’m creepy/weird/perverted, and snuck away, but instead he knocked, showed his face, and asked like it was no big deal.
This reminds me of when I've gone into pharmacies to buy pregnancy tests...THE LADY DIDN'T CARE
