Last night at work a man comes running in out of breath about 2:30 AM. "Man, where's your condoms?!?!" he asks, out of breath. I told him in the first isle in the middle, but he goes immediately tot he candy and chips isle. I corrected him and he rushes over, takes 10 minutes to look for the condoms, even though they are in plain sight and bright colors, as he was telling me how hot this woman he met at the bar is, grabs a pack, runs to the counter. He reeked of alcohal and sweat, plopped 5 bucks down and rushed towards the door exclaiming "I am so drunk, I hope she's worth it!"