"Mention was made in the recent IF meeting by Martin Hall that they were reviewing the value of 36 000 condoms on Campus," Carnivorous Cow continued. "That works out to about one-and-a-half condoms per student. Three used condoms thus equates with the total allocation to two students. They've blown their entire supply, just like that!"
"Maybe," Gramsci suggested tentatively, "more than two students were involved. Maybe it was three, and they've still got a third of their allocation in hand, so to speak?"
This reminded Carnivorous Cow of how, when still located in the Leslie Commerce Annex (then still called Leslie Social Science) she'd encounter, without fail, every weekend, evidence in the handbasins in the women's toilets on level 5 of male sexual activity. Leaving that behind had been the good part of moving to Beattie.
"Still," she reflected, "At least they're using them. It's a start. Now they just have to be taught about safe and considerate disposal."
But Gramsci was thinking of something else. "That's quite a risk," he ventured. "Not just for the cleaners having to confront the body fluids. But also for the donor/s." Gramsci recounted recent media frenzies involving the discovery of "body fluids" at crime scenes - Willem de Klerk's on the carpet in his deceased mother's townhouse, for example - and the possible forensic implications. The donor could find himself on trial for a lot worse than lack of consideration.
"Ah yes," added Carnivorous Cow, "then there was also the recent case in Scandiwegia of the donor who found himself saddled with child support payments when the recipient couple broke up. Could be costly..."
"They'd have to identify the donor first, though..." cautioned Gramsci.
"That's easy enough!" Carnivorous Cow snorted. "Look for anyone with a relaxed smirk. An absence of either a permanently etched scowl or that blank prozac gloss. It'll be a dead giveaway!"
All the same, she thought she should perhaps avoid the toilets in Arts until the political condom supply was used up. And then some. Jealousy was not a pleasant emotion, at best.