I have always admired the comraderie among smokers. If a smoker should find themself in need of a fix and they don't have a cigarette, all they need to do is find another smoker (easily distinguishable by their yellowed teeth and fingernails) and ask them for one. And almost always the smoker will give the other one a cigarette. It's like a socialist system for smokers. The cigarette-rich give to the cigarette-poor. And should one day the cigarette-rich become the cigarette-poor, then they too can bum a smoke. In this way, everything evens out in smoker world.

Also I can barely count how many times I've been asked by an attractive girl if I had a lighter (probably somewhere between 3 and 5 times). Because I have no reason to carry a lighter (well I suppose I could use it to light firecrackers or something), all I could do was give them a sheepish shrug ...and a firm slap on the rump as a goodbye. All in all, it's a good life being a smoker. Well except for that cancer thing.