A Good Cigar

I had a gift certificate to one of my cigar clubs, and I know they carry the “cigar of the year.” (La Flor Dominicana Andalusian Bull) I walked in mid-day, when I’m never otherwise there, and I encountered the bar/cigar tender who’s on that shift, a very attractive woman I had never met. I told her what I needed and we entered the vast humidor.

We found the cigars, and when I tried to leave, the door was locked. “Uh, oh,” she said, and I saw her looking through the glass at her keys on the counter outside. She thought for a moment and said, “There’s a hidden release button for the door,” which we found easily.

As I was paying I said, “You mean I was almost locked in there with you, booze, and five thousand cigars?”

She handed me my change, smiled, winked, and said, “It wouldn’t have exactly been the worst day of your life, would it?”


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