How Much are Your Menthol Lights?

So I had an excellent day today (seven hours, but it honestly didn't feel that long), working with Leigh.  We were swapping stories, mostly Leigh telling me hers, and I took notes (four whole pages if you can believe it).  From them, I've been inspired to write yet another book. But, we'll see if it actually happens.

So, later in the day, Kristin had come in (around three), and sometime shortly thereafter, this little old lady comes to the window and asks, as serious as can be, "How much are your Marlboro Menthol Lights?"  Maybe Marlboro wasn't the brand, but I distinctly remember the Menthol Lights part.  I just looked at her, slightly aghast, and then said, "We don't sell cigarettes here." (This was JR's, mind you, not Kmart.  Kmart does, unfortunately, sell cigarettes.)

She didn't believe me.  "But they just bought food here!" she said.  Indeed, an older gentleman and their son (I assume) had purchased a few things earlier.  "Well, we don't sell cigarettes.  But the Speedway does," I said.  So she toddled (yes, toddled; she was rather old and slow) over to the Speedway, and a few minutes later we saw her walking back across the parking lot - with the Menthol Lights.

Needless to say, we got a laugh out of it.  Every time someone asks me if I can get them cigarettes, I'm always tempted to say, "But you don't smoke!"