One day while returning to my desk after a routine
call, a young lady flagged me down and asked for help.
"My floppy drive won't work, can you help me?"

I told her I'd take a look and proceeded over to her
machine, where I found shredded up clear plastic
baggie-like stuff hanging out of her 3.5" floppy drive.
While I spent the next 20 minutes getting her disk out
and digging out the plastic, I noticed two guys in the
corner trying awful hard to keep a straight face. I
asked her how the plastic got in the drive.

"Oh, you mean the condom? Yes, John & Dave over there
told me to always put a condom on my disk before
inserting it to prevent it from catching viruses."

By this point, John & Dave were roaring and it was all
I could do to keep from joining them. The "condom"
turned out to be a standard 3.5" plastic sleeve. I
delicately explained to her that a practical joke had
been played and she shouldn't do that anymore, when she
asked,

"Does that mean that I don't have to stroke it ten
times or blow on it either?"