NullSmurf
Das Bruce
A friend, actually, and not really a close one. He smokes cigarettes and occasionally runs into me out on the patio of my company when I'm having a lunch time smoke. He called me and I answered on speaker phone. "Hey Bruce, pick up the phone", so I did. "Can you come down to my office?" "Now", I asked? "Yeah, if you can" This is the kind of ambush that HR likes to lay when its layoff time, but not this time. This guy has nothing to do with me professionally. Hell, I'm curious, so I grabbed my coffee and headed his way. His door was shut, so I tapped and slid it open.
Holy SHIT!

It's a box of GLASS TOP COHIBA Esplendidos!!!
Its all I could do to help breaking out in a giggle. I must have given something away, however, since his first statement was, "so, they're fakes, aren't they?" "Fraid so, amigo..." I felt like the doc that had to tell him that he had a week to live. I took out my knife and broke the seal and took a sniff. It was barnyard, but not hayloft, more like feedlot. I told him that yes, they're fakes, but may actually contain some Cuban tobacco. He let slip that he paid $250 for them. Damn.