The two friends walked up to the club’s front door, only to find a notice that read:
Hello, would-be disco-goers. Disco Grande has had to close its doors due to a draining interest in the culture. We are sorry for the inconvenience, and would like to offer you a complimentary condom. Please take only one from the bowl, as we’re operating on the honor system.
Former Owner of Disco Grande (the #1 dance club in the tri-county area for three years straight)
May 19, 1980
Upon reading the note, both Jim and Sam were obviously crestfallen. They looked around for a bowl of condoms, but didn’t see anything even remotely resembling one. Jim turned to Sam.
“Cheap bastards ran outta condoms.”
Sam’s jaw dropped in an interesting combination of surprise and amusement. “You being serious? That note’s from 33 years ago.”
Jim was unfazed by his friend’s arithmetic. “Nice math there Sam, but where’s the bowl?”
“Who gives a shit about some bowl? Someone probably took it like 25 years ago.”
Jim’s countenance grew weary. “I guess I wasn’t the first person to think about taking it.”
So Hollywood Jim and Sparkly Sam walked back to the parking lot, empty aside from Sam’s sedan.
“What do you want to do now?” Sam asked.
“Find that bowl?”