How could I ever explain that from my grave?

I'm on the cellular, flying down the highway, talking to a client.
She's giving me her brother's phone # at work. I'm fishing around for my notepad and pen that are always within reach... I find the pen... and I can't find any paper. Now, she notices that I'm driving and we discuss the various laws and safety while I search for paper. Anything! I grabbed the only thing I could -- and I had already passed over it several times -- a condom box. I was laughing while writing some guy's name and phone # on a box of condoms, hoping I could make it home to transfer the info and scribble over my 70mph note before I died and it was found by my survivors.