Just walking along on my university’s campus, I felt the urge to smoke, but didn’t have my lighter on me.
Fortunately, I ran into a friend who smokes just a few steps later.
After borrowing her lighter, we had a quick conversation about cigarette preferences. I was so non-awkward, it was something to be proud of.
Then, I ruined my streak:
Friend: “So where are you headed?”
Me: “My apartment. I need to floss my teeth. There’s food stuck in them and it’s really uncomfortable.”
Friend: (Laughter) “I’m going to send that out in an email.”
Smooth move, Sarah. Smooth.