The Smoking Excuse

I’m talking to a buddy of mine at the bar, we’re chatting about smoking. No matter how long I’ve quit smoking, I could easily have a drag off that cigarette between your two fingers. But then it would be all over. Pack of Marlboro’s please.

He says, I want to quit smoking, but then, what excuse will I have, when I’m in a boring conversation, and I want to leave? I tell him, I just say, I gotta take a piss. You leave, then you get sidetracked talking to another person. People understand that.

And no cancer.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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