Living Reflections from a Dream

This morning I went down to the little store down the block to buy my Sunday paper. In the store is a college aged guy.. bed head, bleary eyed, stubbled, obviously wearing the clothes he wore the night before. So I'm thinking: ah.. the walk of shame (do they still call it that - am I totally unhip?), then I see that he is buying condoms. His night isn't actually over yet, I guess. I had to try so hard not to giggle. Rock on, dude.