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I'll throw my hat in the ring here as well. (it's very generous of you to do this, and I have enjoyed reading other's stories)
I started vaping a little more than a month ago, with great success. My husband is a monkey see monkey do person, so he wanted to start as well. Being that both of us were PAD individuals, and had not smoked a nasty since the day we started vaping, that is quite an accomplishment. However, the start up was pretty expensive on me buying for two people. However, this is not about me, or him. We have the basics for what we need and should hopefully see some returns soon.
This is about my husband's father. Just a little background: his dad is a very "unique" individual. Strong headed, strong opinions, and hard to get along with. Anything that is not meat and potatoes basics gets razzed relentlessly by him. No namby pamby stuff for him! He is a real tough guy, 65 years old, rides his motorcycle in the dead of winter and summer, and despite sometimes being difficult to get along with, this old stubborn buzzard has a heart of gold deep down inside. He has been smoking his little cigarilllo's since well before I was born, and I am hardly a spring chicken ;-). So when my husband and I showed him our e-go's, we were really expecting to get unbearably teased by this man. Surprisingly enough, he was actually curious about them, even though he thought they were weird. He was glad to see that his daughter-in-law and son were off cigarettes like magic, and he asked a million questions about them. And even though I had mine loaded up with my girlie fruitie juice, he agreed to try it.
Well, he actually liked it (just like Mikey!). It wasn't the girlie flavor, so much, but the experience. He was willing to give it a shot to actually get off the nasty little Swishers (actually he switched to generic Swishers to save a little money...eww do they ever stink!) My husband and I ordered a sample bottle of HHV Swisher juice to see if he would like it, and that worked like a charm. He came over and vaped half of that bottle with a smile on his old grumpy face.
Two days ago, I heard the old familiar vroom vroom of his motorcycle. I immediately went downstairs and told him his son was not home. He told me he was there to see me, and then sheepishly asked if he could borrow my spare ego so he could finish that juice. How could I say no? So I loaded it up for him, along with a little bottle of juice from my supply and sent him on his way. Another smoker conversion in the making.
I think that this would make a wonderful prize for him. Even though now I have to wait for a while when my ego runs out of battery (but my husband lets my share his), it is worth it to get this man off of his smelly cigars-a feat which we all thought was impossible. He previously swore no one would ever take away his enjoyment of smoking his cigars, but now is not only doing it willingly but also made the comment about not smelling so bad when his daughter gives him his grandbaby in December.
This was a little long winded, but I had fun telling my story. Thanks for reading if you got through it all.
