SC: I need cigarettes?
Me: What kind?
SC: The kind I always get.
Me: This is implying that you are somehow memorable.
SC: ...USA. Lights. Hundreds... *sulk*
Me: What kind?
SC: The kind I always get.
Me: This is implying that you are somehow memorable.
SC: ...USA. Lights. Hundreds... *sulk*


love the ones that come in and bark what they want, but don't tell me that they want 100's. I grab the shorts then they yell how they wanted 100's. I then say very nicely that I would have grabbed 100's had they asked for them!
Ah, the Cigarette Game. Ask Blas about that. Or anyone who's ever sold cigarettes.
"No! No, the... uh... the $399 Glorified Typewriter."

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