So for a little background info. I'm 22 and in college. I move home during the summer.
I joined this site in January. I went from a 100 ct Humidor, to a 50 qt cooler to a Vino.
Now while at school, my parents didn't know about anything, which... so what really. It's my time at school. It's my life.... etc. But eventually I was gonna have to explain the hobby to them. Whether they approved or not was another issue.
But then came the traditional summer move to head north because it's easier to find work there in the summer and my college town turns into a ghost town.
So here I am moving home with A) a vino and B) why its full of cigars.
The cigars they didn't seem too concerned with. My mom took issue with some of the ISOM's. "My son, the convict" :r I explained some were for the wedding, and then quietly added... others were just given to me.
"Given to you?!! From who?"
Then came explaining the idea of a bomb and then the vino. For those that don't know. I was bombed with this vino by some very generous individuals on this site. Trying to explain how a group of individuals I couldn't pick out of a police lineup gathered together to ship me a 65 lb box via UPS.... You just can't keep a straight face when you tally up the absurdity of the whole thing!
If it was me listening to this explanation, I doubt I wouldn't of even believed it myself.
Eventually the concept took hold, but they still don't understand it.
I don't know how some of you explain the generosity of this place. I tried my best and it just came out awkward ... I didn't even begin to explain I met most of these people in the chat room. :r
Morale of the story... I love this place. What people do here for each other is an oasis from the untrusting nature that typically defines this world and because of that... is often hard to explain to others.
I joined this site in January. I went from a 100 ct Humidor, to a 50 qt cooler to a Vino.
Now while at school, my parents didn't know about anything, which... so what really. It's my time at school. It's my life.... etc. But eventually I was gonna have to explain the hobby to them. Whether they approved or not was another issue.
But then came the traditional summer move to head north because it's easier to find work there in the summer and my college town turns into a ghost town.
So here I am moving home with A) a vino and B) why its full of cigars.
The cigars they didn't seem too concerned with. My mom took issue with some of the ISOM's. "My son, the convict" :r I explained some were for the wedding, and then quietly added... others were just given to me.
"Given to you?!! From who?"
Then came explaining the idea of a bomb and then the vino. For those that don't know. I was bombed with this vino by some very generous individuals on this site. Trying to explain how a group of individuals I couldn't pick out of a police lineup gathered together to ship me a 65 lb box via UPS.... You just can't keep a straight face when you tally up the absurdity of the whole thing!
If it was me listening to this explanation, I doubt I wouldn't of even believed it myself.
Eventually the concept took hold, but they still don't understand it.
I don't know how some of you explain the generosity of this place. I tried my best and it just came out awkward ... I didn't even begin to explain I met most of these people in the chat room. :r
Morale of the story... I love this place. What people do here for each other is an oasis from the untrusting nature that typically defines this world and because of that... is often hard to explain to others.