I had to give a woman directions to Salt City Books (porn shop) because her boyfriend forgot to bring the lube, and that’s the only place open at 2am. It got me thinking about why she was the one to make that embarrassing request? Why did she have to be the one to go get it? Then it became obvious. If she is going to get the lube, then it must be for him. Maybe I should offer her a box of latex gloves from housekeeping.