ambientboy
...from the internet.
So last night I call a good friend of mine to hang out at the usual bar we frequent. We both work in a couple restaurants in town so once you're in, you tend to know staff from 80% of the area's bars, pubs, and restaurants. We go to this one place because she knows a manager and I know the bartender and that's it. For us, that's a remarkably low ratio for staff acquaintance...we call it "The bar where we don't know anyone." Sometimes you just don't feel like 'talking shop.'
This is a new place with a great outdoor eating area that's fenced in. All three doors to it say "No smoking on the patio."
The two people we know are not working so I ask the waiter closest to us, "Hey, is there smoking on the patio?"
"Technically no. But there're only three tables hanging out there. I don't think they're care if you figure out which way the wind is blowing."
"Really? I have a cigar though..."
"Nah, it'll be fine. I really don't think anyone's going to ask you to stop."
So we order a glass of red, and Tanqueray on the rocks for me and I run to the car to grab my cigar. As I open the door I think to myself 'hmm..i should bring an extra..you never know what might go down...' So I pull an Indian Tobac maddie out of my caddy and slip it into an empty Sig VI tube.
We meet back at the outside table, I clip and light up. The guy two tables away is getting hit right in the face with my smoke, the wind shifted. He gets kind of agitated. I get worried, pull out the tube and set it on the table. There's no way I'm snuffing an '04 Upmann mag46. I hear him mutter.."Man, i wish I brought a cigar. I haven't had one in years."
I lean his way and say loud enough for him to hear me, "You want one?"
"Really?!"
"Yeah man, it's all yours." I slid it out of the tube (so he does't think he's getting a Cohiba), clipped it, and handed it to him with a box of matches.
He lit it up. I hear him say, "Man, now this is a GREAT night. I TOTALLY feel like a high roller!"
My friend looks at me and says, "What the hell was that?"
"Well, I figured if the guy closest to us got pissed that I was smoking, I'd give him a cigar and all would be well. Sort of a peace offering."
"Your mind works the way none others do, my friend." she replied.
I said, "Nope...that's the way a cigar-smokers brain just works. Share the love."
By halfway down the Mag 46, the whole patio was smoking. So much for NYS laws.
This is a new place with a great outdoor eating area that's fenced in. All three doors to it say "No smoking on the patio."
The two people we know are not working so I ask the waiter closest to us, "Hey, is there smoking on the patio?"
"Technically no. But there're only three tables hanging out there. I don't think they're care if you figure out which way the wind is blowing."
"Really? I have a cigar though..."
"Nah, it'll be fine. I really don't think anyone's going to ask you to stop."
So we order a glass of red, and Tanqueray on the rocks for me and I run to the car to grab my cigar. As I open the door I think to myself 'hmm..i should bring an extra..you never know what might go down...' So I pull an Indian Tobac maddie out of my caddy and slip it into an empty Sig VI tube.
We meet back at the outside table, I clip and light up. The guy two tables away is getting hit right in the face with my smoke, the wind shifted. He gets kind of agitated. I get worried, pull out the tube and set it on the table. There's no way I'm snuffing an '04 Upmann mag46. I hear him mutter.."Man, i wish I brought a cigar. I haven't had one in years."
I lean his way and say loud enough for him to hear me, "You want one?"
"Really?!"
"Yeah man, it's all yours." I slid it out of the tube (so he does't think he's getting a Cohiba), clipped it, and handed it to him with a box of matches.
He lit it up. I hear him say, "Man, now this is a GREAT night. I TOTALLY feel like a high roller!"
My friend looks at me and says, "What the hell was that?"
"Well, I figured if the guy closest to us got pissed that I was smoking, I'd give him a cigar and all would be well. Sort of a peace offering."
"Your mind works the way none others do, my friend." she replied.
I said, "Nope...that's the way a cigar-smokers brain just works. Share the love."
By halfway down the Mag 46, the whole patio was smoking. So much for NYS laws.