Fair Trade

“Thank you for the cigarette.
It’s so much better than
the Marlboro Lights they
sell here,” she said.
“Your Camel Lights really
put me in the mood.”

Half-hour later, she comes
up to me with two Marlboro
Lights in appreciation for
the Camel Light.

“Two of these are worth one
of those,” she said.

“That’s fair, I’ll take it,” I said.

She bobbled off to another bar
stool, over there, way down
there. Almost out the door.

I smoked the two-for-ones,
silently, drinking beer after beer.