We were walking on a Florida beach earlier this week, my mother and I, when we came across a dozen or so Portuguese man o' wars that had washed up onto the shore.
Me: "Gross. What are those?"
Mom: "They look like rubbers."
Me (pausing): "And by 'rubbers' you mean..."
Mom: "Condoms, Corey. They look like condoms."
Me: "Oh right. Of course. Just checking."