My grocery store has a few self-checkout lanes where shoppers scan and bag their own groceries.  The other day I was utilizing the "convenience" of said technological marvel when I noticed that whoever used the station before me didn't take their receipt with them, it was still hanging from the printer.  Me being nosy, I took a peek at it.  Check it out:

Yeah, condoms and rib bones.  Let's speculate as to what might be going down at someone's house causing the shopping list to constitute condoms and rib bones.  Think the condoms are placed on the bones and the bones placed somewhere ... uncomfortable?  Maybe it's just an innocent night of cooking soup and having sex.  Probably some casanova's idea of a hot date.