I stopped into the sort of ratty cigar stand across the street from the courthouse after a hearing today to use the ATM to get parking money.
On the counter were three tins of Frog Morton -- the first time I've ever seen any pipe tobacco there.
"Cuanto es?" I asked.
The girl at the register looked confused and called the manager/owner from the back.
"Cuanto es?" she asked.
"Cinco," says he.
"Cinco?" I ask. "Verdad?"
"Si," he insists. "Cinco."
So . . . One gets opened tonight, the second will go to a buddy and the third goes into the cellar.
On the counter were three tins of Frog Morton -- the first time I've ever seen any pipe tobacco there.
"Cuanto es?" I asked.
The girl at the register looked confused and called the manager/owner from the back.
"Cuanto es?" she asked.
"Cinco," says he.
"Cinco?" I ask. "Verdad?"
"Si," he insists. "Cinco."
So . . . One gets opened tonight, the second will go to a buddy and the third goes into the cellar.