The family and I went out to breakfast, this morning, then headed-up to Parrish Pioneer Ranch, in Oak Glen, because it's just that time of year again. We usually pick-up some hard cider and a gallon or so of apple cider, as well as a few other harvest season goodies, and it makes for a nice Sunday outing.
Today, I was tagged to go "get the stuff" while my wife and my father sat outside and enjoyed the music, and my daughters wandered through Granny's Attic and the other shops nearby. With goodies in tow, I stepped into the very long line at the register.
Waiting isn't a big deal with me, except when there's a register tape inspector or two in front of me in line, and today was "one of those days". The lady was ringing things up correctly, but it seemed that the basic math was over their heads...so we all waited, tapping our toes.
I hit the PV quite a few times in line, and ignored the nasty half-looks and soto voice grumbling of the guy in front of me. The couple behind me were chatting in the background amiably, and I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying until the phrase "second-hand smoke" bounced off my grey cells, as the woman's husband walked out the front door. I half-turned, smiling, and said, "It's not smoke. It's just vapor."
She quickly replied, "Oh no. You're just fine. I meant that my husband had to stand outside with all that second-hand smoke. He's quit smoking." We chatted a bit, and I discovered that she was familiar with eCigs, because he had had one previously, but lost it. A complicating factor was, because of his working with children, he couldn't have anything remotely resembling a cigarette at his job.
I showed her my Prodigy and she reacted positively to the fact that it didn't resemble anything that nicotine is expected to come out of. She wanted to see how it worked, and I showed her--producing some conspicuous clouds of vapor. Since she was behind me, I had the opportunity to see the horror written on the faces of the people behind her in line (a bit amusing, really).
Her husband returned, and I repeated the show at her request. He concluded that he "could easily get away with that at work".
>ding!< We have a winner!
I gave them the url to the PureSmoker web site, and told them to google the ECF, for which they thanked me.
I really need to print-up some custom cards with my favorite resources on them to give away at just such moments.
I noticed, after turning around, that the guy in front of me wasn't doing the stink-eye routine anymore...not sure why.
Today, I was tagged to go "get the stuff" while my wife and my father sat outside and enjoyed the music, and my daughters wandered through Granny's Attic and the other shops nearby. With goodies in tow, I stepped into the very long line at the register.
Waiting isn't a big deal with me, except when there's a register tape inspector or two in front of me in line, and today was "one of those days". The lady was ringing things up correctly, but it seemed that the basic math was over their heads...so we all waited, tapping our toes.
I hit the PV quite a few times in line, and ignored the nasty half-looks and soto voice grumbling of the guy in front of me. The couple behind me were chatting in the background amiably, and I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying until the phrase "second-hand smoke" bounced off my grey cells, as the woman's husband walked out the front door. I half-turned, smiling, and said, "It's not smoke. It's just vapor."
She quickly replied, "Oh no. You're just fine. I meant that my husband had to stand outside with all that second-hand smoke. He's quit smoking." We chatted a bit, and I discovered that she was familiar with eCigs, because he had had one previously, but lost it. A complicating factor was, because of his working with children, he couldn't have anything remotely resembling a cigarette at his job.
I showed her my Prodigy and she reacted positively to the fact that it didn't resemble anything that nicotine is expected to come out of. She wanted to see how it worked, and I showed her--producing some conspicuous clouds of vapor. Since she was behind me, I had the opportunity to see the horror written on the faces of the people behind her in line (a bit amusing, really).
Her husband returned, and I repeated the show at her request. He concluded that he "could easily get away with that at work".
>ding!< We have a winner!
I gave them the url to the PureSmoker web site, and told them to google the ECF, for which they thanked me.
I really need to print-up some custom cards with my favorite resources on them to give away at just such moments.
I noticed, after turning around, that the guy in front of me wasn't doing the stink-eye routine anymore...not sure why.
