So it has been a rough week. Work has been all nuts. No one's life depends on what I do for a living, but you wouldn't know that from all the stuff that has been happening. Anyway....that's not the point of the story. Suffice it to say.....I was in need of some relaxation!
So Saturday evening rolls around. I devide to go to the local pub (that IS cigar friendly...I am soooo lucky). I get a beer and light up a Punch Rare Corojo.
Beers flow on by and I am just getting into relaxing. When "Bob" (name changed to protect....) walks in. Now Bob is a friend of a friend. He is a real playahh if ya know what I mean. I guess he's an OK guy, but if I had a daughter, I would not let him ANYWHERE near my neighborhood. (And I am being way way nice here....)
He comes up to me says "Hello" and snakes my torch lighter. Before I could say ANYTHING (honestly), he goes to light his cigarette. When **WHOOSHH**, his camel light goes off like a fireball. (Seems that dual jet lighter might have been a little too much for it. :lol:
He screams and tosses the cig. Luckily, he is not hurt and the cig (or what is left of it) goes out safely.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. I have tears running down my face. I am sure that if I hadn't just returned all the beers that I had rented, I would have probably seriously embarrased myself, that's how hard I was laughing.
Once the bartender was done giving me oxygen, I tried to explain to Bob that you gotta be careful with torches. He just calls me evil and leaves.
So am I evil? Or did fate just pay him back?
So Saturday evening rolls around. I devide to go to the local pub (that IS cigar friendly...I am soooo lucky). I get a beer and light up a Punch Rare Corojo.
Beers flow on by and I am just getting into relaxing. When "Bob" (name changed to protect....) walks in. Now Bob is a friend of a friend. He is a real playahh if ya know what I mean. I guess he's an OK guy, but if I had a daughter, I would not let him ANYWHERE near my neighborhood. (And I am being way way nice here....)
He comes up to me says "Hello" and snakes my torch lighter. Before I could say ANYTHING (honestly), he goes to light his cigarette. When **WHOOSHH**, his camel light goes off like a fireball. (Seems that dual jet lighter might have been a little too much for it. :lol:
He screams and tosses the cig. Luckily, he is not hurt and the cig (or what is left of it) goes out safely.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. I have tears running down my face. I am sure that if I hadn't just returned all the beers that I had rented, I would have probably seriously embarrased myself, that's how hard I was laughing.
Once the bartender was done giving me oxygen, I tried to explain to Bob that you gotta be careful with torches. He just calls me evil and leaves.
So am I evil? Or did fate just pay him back?