Bret went into a pharmacy to buy condoms. The pharmacist told the young man, “They come in packs of three, nine or 12. How many will you be needing?”
“Well,” Bret replied, “I’ve been seeing this girl for a little while now, and she’s really hot. I think tonight’s the night. We’re having dinner with her folks, and then we’re going out. I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna get lucky before I take her home.”
“I don’t have all day,” the pharmacist fumed.