at Wal-Mart with my 16 yr old daughter. The lady in front is asking the cute little cashier for cigs I thought. Turns out she was getting cartridges or cartos (she called them filters) for her cig-alike vapor stick. The cashier finally locates them and while the lady is paying I ask her:
"So how's that working for ya?"
"Great so far. Taste a lot better than the cigarettes."
"Good for you, take care."
She walks off and I step up to pay.
The cashier, who looks about 16 yr old also, says:
"Those are actually worse for you than cigarettes."
Me, "Really?!, how so?"
"Five of those (cartridges?) is equal to six packs of cigarettes."
Me, "Equal in what way? Worse than cigarettes that have tar and carcinogens?"
At this point she got a bit flustered, "Well I don't really know. I don't smoke and I haven't really researched them."
I paid and off we went to grab lunch at Mickey D's. For some reason, my daughter (the same one who watches me build micro coils at home) was totally impressed by all this. "Oh dad, you were awesome. You totally stumped her. Why didn't you really set her straight.?"
"Honey, did you see the man behind us in the checkout line? I don't think he would've appreciated me holding him up just to lecture a non-smoking cashier. Sometimes it's best to just stay under the radar. Although I admit, I was tempted to pull my reo grand out from my back pocket, blow a huge plume and then ask her, 'If it's worse then why did my doctor recommend I use this? mwahahaha!'"
postscript: By the luck of the draw, after finishing lunch and on our way into the parking lot, that same cashier was sitting taking her break outside so I did get to whip out the reo and let her witness some nice clouds.
Plus my daughter bought me a 'Jake the dog' shirt.
Life is good.
"So how's that working for ya?"
"Great so far. Taste a lot better than the cigarettes."
"Good for you, take care."
She walks off and I step up to pay.
The cashier, who looks about 16 yr old also, says:
"Those are actually worse for you than cigarettes."
Me, "Really?!, how so?"
"Five of those (cartridges?) is equal to six packs of cigarettes."
Me, "Equal in what way? Worse than cigarettes that have tar and carcinogens?"
At this point she got a bit flustered, "Well I don't really know. I don't smoke and I haven't really researched them."
I paid and off we went to grab lunch at Mickey D's. For some reason, my daughter (the same one who watches me build micro coils at home) was totally impressed by all this. "Oh dad, you were awesome. You totally stumped her. Why didn't you really set her straight.?"
"Honey, did you see the man behind us in the checkout line? I don't think he would've appreciated me holding him up just to lecture a non-smoking cashier. Sometimes it's best to just stay under the radar. Although I admit, I was tempted to pull my reo grand out from my back pocket, blow a huge plume and then ask her, 'If it's worse then why did my doctor recommend I use this? mwahahaha!'"
postscript: By the luck of the draw, after finishing lunch and on our way into the parking lot, that same cashier was sitting taking her break outside so I did get to whip out the reo and let her witness some nice clouds.
Plus my daughter bought me a 'Jake the dog' shirt.
Life is good.
