People on the roof like colorful condoms—tri-color, to be exact. I found these on my terrace the other day, along with some used ones (no picture of those, because when you find a used condom, the normal reaction is NOT “I would like to take a picture of this!”). And I am sadly, kind of normal, even if weird enough to have a blog about the stuff that lands on our terrace when people throw stuff off the roof.
I mailed our building management, who said they caught a couple “having sexual intercourse” on the roof last week. Who says “sexual intercourse” anymore?
Oh, and bonus: you get a shot of a cigarette butt. We get a lot of those. Sometimes 40 cigarette butts in a weekend.