In which there’s a bar moment.

Last night RB picked me up after work and took me over to the Oasis. Between the band’s sets, the bass player came and sat next to our table. There was a lit cigarette in the ashtray next to him.

An attractive woman walked up, picked up the cigarette, and took a drag. Three women at her nearby table cheered and clapped. The woman put the cigarette down, exhaled, and walked away.

The bass player turned to us with a slightly stunned look.

“Wow,” I enthused. “You know her?”

“Never seen her in all my life,” he replied.

“Was that your cigarette?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” I said.

We all sat in silence for a moment.

“Maybe it means she wants to give you a blow job,” I opined.

“God I hope so!” he said.