I just went to pick up one of the two bottles of coke (proper coke mind you, none of that 'zero' or sugar free or diet bollocks.) bought the other day and found an unsmoked cigar hiding behind one of them, the rest hidden from sight by a plastic bag. Thats two full tins of (albeit one of the two are the less preferred mild blues) cafe creme minis, that I found in coat pockets yesterday plus a single cigar of the same brand, that I don't know the kind of, and won't be able to tell if its a mild, or the original, stronger ones I prefer. Either way, its a cigar I didn't know I had and as such a welcome little surprise.
Now if only I could find my damn isopropanolic anhydrous hydrogen chloride bottle, for when I'll be 'a'wantin' to salt something later, if things go as I wish them to go despite the reaction I have in mind hating me, as much as I despise IT. Which in this case, is really saying something.