A young couple, the wife has a fertility-friendly constitution, always keeps a box of condoms on the bedside table.

One day, a thief came, rummaged through the drawers but couldn't find anything valuable, and saw the box of condoms on the bedside table, casually took one—there was only one left in the box.
Late at night, the husband came home from work, about to be intimate, reached out out of habit, but found the box was empty.
He clearly remembered there was still one left. But today, the bedside table was the first time empty.
During the day, he was tormented by anxiety over the "30-year career crisis" and AI replacement, and suddenly exploded.
Suspicions and doubts flooded in like a flood.
No matter how his wife explained, it was useless; the argument quickly escalated to bringing up old issues, checking her phone, suspecting infidelity, and threatening divorce, releasing all the grievances, pressure, and distrust accumulated over the years.
The commotion was so loud that the property management came to review the surveillance footage, and immediately identified the thief.
After catching the thief, the police asked him, "Why did you steal the condoms?"

The thief sighed and said: "Now with oil prices rising and rubber prices increasing, this thing has become a hard currency, more resistant to inflation than gold."

The flames of war have spread from the Persian Gulf to the bedside table, truly quite terrifying.
So, I wish for world peace.