Was sitting around the Smoke Ring the other day with a buddy and some regulars. I was smoking a Camacho, cause this was Saturday and my cold was just getting started and Camachos are perfect for when you have a cold. Anyway, my cigar was getting down to the last third or so.
You know how it gets, you're in a leather chair, in a nice air-conditioned room, they're playing jazz on the sound system and I'm getting all mellow and relaxed. Suddenly the lit cigar shifted in my hand and the hot ash hit me in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger. My reaction was to fling it, and it hit my buddy low on the leg and sent the rest of the hot ash into his shoe. He hops up with a hot foot yelling and hollering, and I'm going "I'm sorry, I got burned too!" He ends up grinning about it so we sit back down and I finish my cigar. Yes, I picked it up off the floor, who am I, Bill Gates? I finish my cigars!
So about another 30 minutes pass, and I have to go. As I'm leaving my buddy goes "Hey" and I turn around to find he has flung a butt (not lit, one from the ashtray that went out) at me which struck me and flung ash all over my shirt. I left grinning, thinking it coulda been worse, he coulda lobbed a nice hot one at me!!!
Just one more day in the cigar trenches.
