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Out of the Humidor
CA Readers
From the Print Edition:
Groucho Marx, Spring 93
Dear Marvin:
One of my friends was in a custom shirt maker's shop in New York. While waiting to be helped, he lit up a fine Dominican cigar. Immediately, the sales lady demanded he put it out. He could not "indulge in such a nasty habit" in the shop. The proprietor happened to overhear the order and broke in, "Ignore her. Here let me offer you a light." Just at that moment, a white stretch limo pulled up out front. Sylvester Stallone strolled in puffing a foot long import. Nothing more was said.
Whatever happened to the days of service? Shopping in an exclusive gentleman's establishment should mean a comfortable chair, an adult beverage or cup of coffee and yes, damn it, an ashtray.
Leo Dowell
Winston-Salem, North Carolina
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Dear Marvin:
Although my schedule is hectic, I still find time to read and I am looking forward to reading CIGAR AFICIONADO.
Sincerely,
Bill Clinton
Washington, D.C.
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