You get home and crash. That was a rough interview, but you got the
job! You keep thinking about how awesome Mr. DiPaulo's cigar tasted
and really want to have another one. Amazingly, as you look through
the employment materials, you see a fresh cigar has been placed inside
the folder! Awesome! You want to spark it up right there, but you have
to get ready to go to the folks house.
After you told Mom about accepting the job, she insisted you come over
that evening and have dinner to tell them all about it. You
reluctantly agreed. The cigar will just have to wait.
At dinner, you tell them it is a "Family Business", but decide not to
fill them in with any real details. Rather you invent a few details so
that you won't get too many questions. All the while you are dying to
spark up your cigar, which is in your coat pocket, but you don't dare
tell your parents, who are devout Mormon's, that you started smoking
cigars.
After dinner, you try to make a quick exit, but Mom insists that you
stay for dessert and it's not cool yet. Another half hour is all. So
you agree, but make an excuse to go outside to get a few puffs in on
your cigar. As you grab your coat, the cigar falls out and your
parents see it drop!
"What's that?!!", Mom exclaims with a look of horror on her face.
"It's just a cigar Mom", you say calmly. "The new boss gave it to me
to celebrate my acceptance."
"You weren't going to go SMOKE it were you???"
"Actually, yes I was!", you say feeling quite surreal as if it is
somebody else talking using your voice.
"When did you start smoking??"
"Today Mom. Please don't blow it out of proportion. I'm going
outside."
You then walk outside and light up the cigar. It tastes even better
than it did in the afternoon! You can't believe you're already hooked
but hooked never felt so good! Your parent both come outside a few
minutes later.
"We want to talk to you about this 'job'", you Mom says while your Dad
is silently watching with a curious expression.
"Ok, shoot"
"Well..." the she tapers off, the smoke blowing back toward both of
them.
"Well...I um...you know that cigar doesn't stink as bad as others...",
she absentmindedly quips. She tried to regain composure, but says
"We'll talk later. Please don't take too long." and goes inside.
Your dad stays outside and says, "Do you mind if I..."
It is clear your Dad wants a hit, so you hand him the cigar. He takes
a puff.
"You know this is the first time I've tried a cigar believe it or
not!"
"I believe it"
"Please don't say anything to your Mother".
"I don't need to, she's right there!", you say pointing to your Mom
standing in the doorway.
"Come inside you two...we'll open the windows"
You cannot believe your parents are as intoxicated as you are. Whateve
is in that cigar has transformed all of you, but you just don't know
how or why.