How To Piss Off Joe

Yesterday a kid came into Joe's shop and said, "What's the biggest cigar you've got?"

And Joe said, "Can I see some ID?"

Kid: "ID? Really? Why?"

Joe (patiently): "Because you have to be 18 to buy tobacco products in the state of Maryland."

Kid shows Joe his ID; he's 18, so the transaction can proceed.

Joe: "When you say 'biggest,' do you mean length or circumference?

Kid: "Both!" (Joe doubts that Kid knows what "circumference" means, but so be it.)

Joe leads the kid into the humidor room and selects a very big cigar.

Joe: "Here you go -- this is the LaGloria Cubana. It's about a foot long."

Kid: "Great! How much?"

Joe: "It's 27 dollars."

Kid (horrified): "You're fucking kidding me -- 27 dollars???"

Joe (amused): "No, I'm not kidding. You asked for the biggest cigar we've got. It's a handrolled cigar, made in the Dominican Republic, and it's a very good cigar."

Kid: "Well shit! I'm just gonna split it and make a blunt out of it!"'

Joe: "Get out of my shop!"

Kid: "What? You're kiddin' me!"

Joe: "No, I'm not kidding you. Let me tell you something -- don't come into my shop and tell me you're going to do something illegal. You're lucky today; I usually have a couple of Montgomery County cops in the lounge. If they heard you say that, you'd probably be answering some questions right now. So get out of my shop."

Kid grumbles something about "assholes" and leaves.

Really! The slovenly behavior of today's potheads amazes me!