The cashier grabbed the cigarettes and asked for my birthday to enter it into the register. When I told her "5-16-86" she said "86? You're too young to be smoking." I laughed it off because although it's annoying, I've heard that before. But then she kept going and told me "You're going to have a short life and you're only going to get emphysema."
Thanks for the public service announcement, lady. I had no idea smoking was bad for you. You have changed my life.