Adventures In Buying Cigarettes

This morning I needed to pick up smokes before going to work. Yes, I’m a dirty, filthy smoker. Sue me. As I was walking down the street towards my office I stopped at one of the many convenience stores. Well I tried to stop. At 8:30am on a Saturday, it was closed. Hopeful about the next three stores I would pass, I made my way towards my office. Closed. Closed. Closed. That’s when I began to wonder why they call them convenience stores. It’s not convenient for me if you are closed at 8:30am on a Saturday morning. So I spent twenty minutes walking around downtown trying to find a place to buy some cigarettes because at that point, I really needed one.