I came across a guy sitting at a bus stop. He had a deal he was offering me.
“I’ll trade you this here lighter for two cigarettes,” he said. I wasn’t smoking, so I guess he was guessing I’m a smoker.
I looked at the lighter. It was one of those cheap, clear ones. It was red in color and had a fair amount of fluid left in it.
“OK,” I said, reaching into my pocket and my cigarette pack and pulling out two cigarettes. “Here you go.”
“Thanks, man,” he said as he took the cigarettes and handed me the lighter.
As I started to walk away, the man called out to me.
“Hey man,” he said. “Can I get a light from you?”
I turned back around and lit one of the cigarettes I had given him with the lighter he had just given me.
“Thanks, man,” he said once again. I handed the lighter back to him.
“I’ve got a good lighter,” I said. “You just keep this.”
“Sure I’m sure,” I replied.
“Thanks, man,” he said yet again.
Continuing my walk on Scott Street, I thought to myself there are enough choices in life. Picking between having cigarettes or not having a lighter to light them with shouldn’t be one of them.
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