(in case this is too small to be readable, the interchange goes like so:
- Look. It says you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes.
- Eighteen?!? By then I'll know better!)
Alas, if only it were so. I worked at Food Lion over the summer, and one night one of my coworkers came through my line to buy a pack of cigarettes and some cigars. I was disappointed, as he looked younger than me, and I hadn't known he smoked. As such, I carded him, and his birthday had been maybe a week previous. He told another coworker that since he was eighteen and hadn't smoked, he wanted to try. The good James responded with what I was thinking: if you haven't smoked before, why start now? Anyway, the young idiot went his way, and that night I prayed that when he tried his purchases out, he would become violently ill for hours afterward. I have pity on those who smoke because they are addicted. I don't condone it, but I do pity them. I pity this boy much less, and only insofar as idiocy buys my pity, which isn't far.
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