Cigary

Reminds me of a post I made some time back but bears another repeat:

Last time I dropped a cigar was about 3 years ago and I have not dropped one since. Here's the story. I am in my local B&M where I was a member for about 4 years in Framingham, Ma. A few of us are in our leather chairs and sofas watching the game and after having our lunch of pizza, chinese food, yes we always had our food brought in, I drank enough to have to excuse myself to the bathroom. I had been smoking a nice Opus X at the time and was into this cigar only about 1/3 and excused myself to go do Gods work. I'm in there doing his work with the cigar in my left hand and breathing a nice sigh of relief looking upward and I suddenly realize that something is amiss. I feel and hear this hissing sound like you hear when something is being extinguished and I got that really really sick feeling and look down and notice that my cigar is not leaning outside of the line of fire but rather in direct line of a full bladder attack. My mind goes into overdrive thinking that I can save this marvelous cigar when in fact my heart knew there is no such animal. Making things worse was the production I put on when I tell everyone in the room what my smoke of the day was going to be. I thought I'd be able to sneak back into the lounge without anyone noticing that my beloved cigar was in essence, pissed off literally, and here I am sans cigar. The questions came fast and furious from the lounge, "hey, where is that great Opus cigar of yours, did you drop it in the can?" I wish,,,,after more and more grilling from the members I finally had to tell them. I swear you could hear the laughter from downtown Boston and from then on I am ALWAYS aware of where my cigar is at any time. I'm thinking I learned a very valuable and expensive lesson.