I was stuck on a flight from New York to LA between two people having a long chat across me. I wanted to sleep, but they both refused to switch seats with me. As a result, I'm able to deliver this anecdote from one of them, who had been recounting their days in Africa as part of some kind of sex education program. As is pretty common practice here in demonstrating condom use, she had shown the class the mechanics of unrolling one onto a banana. Don't use them if they're damaged, don't reuse them, don't layer them, etc. There you go, class dismissed. Later in her stay, a young woman who'd attended her demonstration appeared to her puzzled and wanting an explanation of how condoms were supposed to work in preventing pregnancy and disease. My chatty travel companion hesitated, getting ready to explain, perhaps, the barrier latex provides or something. The confused young woman continued -- how is it supposed to work? "I placed the banana with the condom on it on my nightstand..."

I'm probably butchering the shit out of the story, but there you go. The mind ravaged by magical thinking. At least she recognized it didn't make any sense.