Miss Bee was in her eighties, and much admired for her sweetness and
  kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in
  spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian  parlor. She invited him
  to have a seat while she prepared a little tea.  As he sat facing her old
  pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of
  it, filled with  water. In the water floated, of all things, a condom.
  Imagine  his  shock and surprise. Imagine his curiosity!  Surely Miss Bee
  had flipped... or something!  But he certainly couldn't mention the
  strange sight in her parlor.  When she returned with tea and cookies,
  they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the
  bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him,
  and he could resist no longer.
  "Miss Bee," he said,  "I wonder if you would tell me about this."
  (Pointing to the bowl).
  "Oh yes," she replied,  "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking downtown last
  fall, and I found this little package.  It said to put it on the organ and
  keep it wet, and it would prevent disease.   And you know, I think it's
  working!  I haven't had a  cold all winter."