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Timeshare cashier
U.: This all?
E.: Carton of cigs, too.
U.: What kind?
E.: Uh. I don't know.
U.: Marlboros, Camels, KOOLs, what?
E.: Pick one.
U.: Look, lady, what kinda cigs you want?
E.: I don't smoke. Just pick one for me.
U.: You buyin for a minor? I refuse the right to sell you buyin for a minor.
E.: No, no. I'm starting. To smoke.
U.: Oh.
E.: Yeah.
U.: What kind you want?
E.: Do you smoke?
U.: Nasty, no.
E.: That's what everyone says. Even the ones who smoke.
U.: Well, it is nasty.
E.: Should I not, you think?
U.: Look, lady, I don't care you get your lungs all gummy and stinky. Do what you want.
E.: Yeah, but say I was your friend. Would you try to convince me not to smoke?
U.: You doin a pretty good job of that yourself already.
E.: I am?
U.: You don't wanna smoke, don't buy the cigs.
E.: You're right.
U.: I am?
E.: You're right.
U.: But...you're not gonna buy the cigs? I recommend Marlboro Lights.
E.: No, that's okay.
U.:
E.: Bye. Thank you.
U.: ... You not gonna buy nothin, you don't come back! I got no time for you!
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