So while the boards were doing the standard burps and hiccups I went cruising downstairs.
Neighbor is outside suckin ..... I mean a marlboro light, smelling up the stairwell, my burly .... was diddy bopping down those stairs like I did something wrong.
I almost PLOW into him, curious he did not hear the thunder of a 6'6" 290lbs ansty monster behind him? I shrug it off and toodle to the mailboxes.
Letting out a whoop of joy and triumph I go running back to my apartment. Almost bowling over the same dazed smoker.
We start talking and I am like .... of my way I have stuff to charge. More bsing he asked why I am so amped up.
I go into the speel about ecigs, pull out my 510 loaded with some yummies.
Let him take a drag and let the hooks sink in.
Standard wow thats good junk, hand him a couple of cards and say excuse me BUT I HAVE TO OPEN THIS NOW!
I peeked his interest, we sat on the stairs like kids opening this package, he was all "whats that? what are those for?"
Trying vainly not to loose temper because I realize he is still vaping away and not sucking on .......
Out pops the SB and the clouds let up sun hits it and BLINDS us. AWWWWW!
(sound effects like those heavenly mircles in the movies!)
Clutched in hand arm raised I kinda felt like He-man for a moment.
I explained the object of wonder and bling before us and how it is the slayer of all that is evil and unholy.
Dang now I have to wait while the batteries charge. I got a pouch for it by accident, I work on repairing cell phones etc. I have a bunch of these velvet/neoprene pouches for the bigger usb air cards.
Almost perfect in length, draw string, encased descreetly in black. OK it has my company logo on it but I found a ninja bag for this sexy device.
Only an hour into charging and more to go...
Neighbor is outside suckin ..... I mean a marlboro light, smelling up the stairwell, my burly .... was diddy bopping down those stairs like I did something wrong.
I almost PLOW into him, curious he did not hear the thunder of a 6'6" 290lbs ansty monster behind him? I shrug it off and toodle to the mailboxes.
Letting out a whoop of joy and triumph I go running back to my apartment. Almost bowling over the same dazed smoker.
We start talking and I am like .... of my way I have stuff to charge. More bsing he asked why I am so amped up.
I go into the speel about ecigs, pull out my 510 loaded with some yummies.
Let him take a drag and let the hooks sink in.
Standard wow thats good junk, hand him a couple of cards and say excuse me BUT I HAVE TO OPEN THIS NOW!
I peeked his interest, we sat on the stairs like kids opening this package, he was all "whats that? what are those for?"
Trying vainly not to loose temper because I realize he is still vaping away and not sucking on .......
Out pops the SB and the clouds let up sun hits it and BLINDS us. AWWWWW!
(sound effects like those heavenly mircles in the movies!)
Clutched in hand arm raised I kinda felt like He-man for a moment.
I explained the object of wonder and bling before us and how it is the slayer of all that is evil and unholy.
Dang now I have to wait while the batteries charge. I got a pouch for it by accident, I work on repairing cell phones etc. I have a bunch of these velvet/neoprene pouches for the bigger usb air cards.
Almost perfect in length, draw string, encased descreetly in black. OK it has my company logo on it but I found a ninja bag for this sexy device.
Only an hour into charging and more to go...
