I'm mindin' my own business today, doin' the "Pink Panther" shuffle, ya know just diddy-bopping down the street. Anyways the mailman pulls up and says, "I got a package for you". Now I don't know how many of you have seen "Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang", but my mailman looks like the kidnapper. Anywho, he holds up the package and sniffs real hard, and shoots me this evil "Just give me the damn bat" Jack look. Then when I reach for the box, he pulls it quickly back towards him and gives it one long sniff...kinda like those love letters in bootcamp, and exhales. I could smell tobacco coming from his breath. The package was from Billy.
Guys, all I did was send him some smokes and well, now me and my mailman are smokin'! If he thinks I'm too gracious...well, then let's just say that "Cigar Karma" is alive and well. It's ambassador is Billy.