Cigar Hell

[pnutbutrsangwich]

So I'm cruisin along on the Garden State Parkway Tuesday night when traffic comes to a stand still. Now I'm like pissed because I have to go to the bathroom and I'm still almost an hour from school. Nevertheless, I think to myself, "Hey, I just got that WOAM and 858 SG from the shop today. Maybe I'll smoke that to take my mind off my bladder!" So I dig through my bag and pull out the 858. Then I reach over to my jacket and grab my cutter. I even reached into the back and grabbed a bottle of water out of the case I was bringing back. I'm now all set to go when I realize my lighter is missing! Worse yet, the tabbocconist offered me matches and I refused. So now I have to sit in traffic for another hour with a delicious cigar I can't smoke sitting right in front of me. Pure torture!