Neither my friend or I planned ahead before going out last night

which is to say neither of us checked to see how many cigarettes we had before we were on the web of freeways that define the Southland. "It's alright," I joked, "we'll stop at a liquor store before we get to the party and grab some." (We weren't going to a party in a nice part of LA.) The response I received, of course, was

.
So we're nearing our final destination when what should happen to pop up along the road? A liquor store. What does my hardened smoker (that's my fault BTW) friend do? Make a sudden turn into the liquor store parking lot.

My friend walks up to the counter and orders a pack of 27s. The person at the register looks at them like

and asks what those are.
It was around this time that I realized we'd made a horrible mistake.

My friend then tries to explain what 27s are.

After this fails miserably I try and salvage this debacle by suggesting they show the person at the register the pack of 27s they already have but apparently there are other varieties of Marlboro that have a gold/copper packaging so that didn't work either.

My friend got so flustered that they just stepped away from the counter and left me to the wolves.

The only cigarettes I could actually see from the counter were Newports and I wasn't about to compound the

that had already occurred so I sheepishly asked for a pack of Newports and the person at the register went from Lost in Translation to market expert and started asking me all these preference questions I was completely unprepared to answer.

I fumbled my way through 20 questions in perhaps the caciest moment of my fucking cac life

and managed to complete a sale.

My friend then walks up and asks for a pack of Reds.

(At least no translation was necessary for this choice.)
As if taking this L wasn't bad enough, I had to take more Newport-related Ls at the actual party.
-A person who is not a cac saw me pull the pack out of my shirt pocket when I was fishing for something else and asked me, "So, how do you like Newports?

"
-When we'd go out for a smoke some knucklehead would always pop out after a few minutes and ask to bum a cigarette off of one of us. We would always offer them a choice between Reds or Newports and every single person would go for the Reds.
The moral of the story?
Don't smoke. Buy your fucking cigarettes before you go out for the night. Be prepared.
