A Cigar Story

I was out at Clyde's on Saturday, (awaiting a table for two) having a smoke with a fairly cheap, deliciously mild cigar before dinner. Seemed every guy going in or leaving the restaurant was saying "Man, that smells good."

A well-dressed gent was heading out, and remarked the same. His wife, stepping out a moment later, said ditto. I had two, and offered him my spare. He accepted it, and handed me one of his own.

A Cuban. Um.

That there's a good trade. A darn good trade. Gonna have to save that for a special occasion.

Outstanding.