bfreebern
Yada, Yada, Yada.
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Yesterday I had given my manager a Puro Indios from a pack that I had bought off of Cbid. He thanked me of course and we went about our business. I know it wasn't that much of a gesture, but it's a free cigar and I happen to like the Puro Indios. Anyway...........this morning he asked me to go outside to the smoke hole with him while he smoked the cigar, I agreed. Well, we got outside and he proceeded to take the cigar out of his back pocket ??? Of course I had no idea that he had it in his back pocket or I would have asked him to at least carry it in his hand. Once he took the mis shaped cigar out of his back pocket, he takes the cellophane off and takes a nice long sniff. "Kinda smells like sh*t, huh"? He then tells me just last week he had a better smelling cigar from a Smoke Shop here and he paid $1.30 for the cigar. From this point on, I knew it wasn't going to be pretty 
So I take my seat on the bench and wait for the festivities to begin. By now I'm 99.9% sure that he probably doesn't have a cutter or even a lighter. I was correct. Being the country boy that he is, they never leave home w/out their pocket knives. I saw him pull his Crocodile Dundee knife out of his pocket and thought to myself that me might just snip the end off the cap. Man was I wrong. He takes the knife in one hand and the cigar in the other and like some kind of cult act, he cuts the cigar in half. Yep, now he has 2 cigars 
Now that he has his cigar ready to light, he must search for a light. He finds one, of course a bic from the nice confused, disgusted lady sitting down a few seats. Being the cigar aficionado he is he knows that he needs to toast the end of the cigar, then light it. He must have forgotten that step b/c he went right into lighting it like a damn cigarette. Puff, Puff, looks at the end of the cigar, Puff Puff. "Why won't this thing stay lit"? He again puts the lighter to the end of the cigar and finally gets it going. Puffing on his freshly unwrapped, burnt tasting, sacrificed cigar........he leans over to me and says....."Man this sure is harsh when I enhale". LOL. I'd had enough and said I hadn't had enough coffee and went inside to escape my embarassment 1) for my manager and 2) for even giving him the cigar in the first place.
Anyway, it was a fun time and I've learned my lesson. :sign:
So I take my seat on the bench and wait for the festivities to begin. By now I'm 99.9% sure that he probably doesn't have a cutter or even a lighter. I was correct. Being the country boy that he is, they never leave home w/out their pocket knives. I saw him pull his Crocodile Dundee knife out of his pocket and thought to myself that me might just snip the end off the cap. Man was I wrong. He takes the knife in one hand and the cigar in the other and like some kind of cult act, he cuts the cigar in half. Yep, now he has 2 cigars Now that he has his cigar ready to light, he must search for a light. He finds one, of course a bic from the nice confused, disgusted lady sitting down a few seats. Being the cigar aficionado he is he knows that he needs to toast the end of the cigar, then light it. He must have forgotten that step b/c he went right into lighting it like a damn cigarette. Puff, Puff, looks at the end of the cigar, Puff Puff. "Why won't this thing stay lit"? He again puts the lighter to the end of the cigar and finally gets it going. Puffing on his freshly unwrapped, burnt tasting, sacrificed cigar........he leans over to me and says....."Man this sure is harsh when I enhale". LOL. I'd had enough and said I hadn't had enough coffee and went inside to escape my embarassment 1) for my manager and 2) for even giving him the cigar in the first place.Anyway, it was a fun time and I've learned my lesson. :sign:
