I pulled in through the back
alley, parking my truck near the dumpster. I licked my lips in anticipation.
What will I get this afternoon? I walked around the side of the small building structure,
following the gold sticker arrows, pointing to the entrance. The air suddenly
filled with the strong aromas of coffee, spices, and sweet chocolaty tobacco.
Looking down at my watch, I could see I only had twenty minutes, to shop around
and pick out something new. I enter the cigar shop, and was greeted by an
attractive man in his 40's, salt and pepper haired slicked with pomade, combed
neatly to the side. He smiled, his warm dark eyes somewhat taken aback; I would
assume, by a self-assured middle aged female in his cigar shop. I returned the
smile with a gleam in my eyes and a question on my lips "Are you the
proprietor?" He paused for a moment;
looked down at the ground concentration pressing his brow, before responding. “Yes,
I'm, what can I get you today?"
"I'm looking for NUB".
The proprietor
chuckled and said "I should let you know, NUB I doesn't work here". I
laughed uproariously; as I do with most clever retorts delivered to me.
"Is this cigar for you?" he asked.
Confidently I responded "Yes, I've been an unapologetic cigar
smoker since the age of 18".
He subconsciously clasped his hands in glee.
"Well then welcome to my shop!"
The proprietor shared with me the many
potential ways, my patronage to his shop could benefit me and my cigar passion. I
made my selection at his suggestion, shook his hand after introductions were
made, and waved goodbye as I headed to the exit. I stepped out into the
sunshine with a sealed tin canister containing my NUB Habenero
