A Corner Story

So I go to the QuickCorner to get a tea, and some chips. In front of me in line, is one of those women that you know has partied way too hard for way too long, and looks like something like a cross between a leather suitcase, and the beef jerky that no one buys in the big clear plastic container marked 50¢ (in black marker).

She's holding up a coupon, and as I begin to translate her lack of consonants into a form of recognizable English, I see the small dark skinned man at the counter shake his head and say, "This is old - it is from August 2008." What I gathered from the previous conversation, was that the coupon was for a free pack of cigarettes.  Flabbergasted, the woman stares at the coupon, and back at the man, and then glances back toward the cigarettes. She then says, "Wait a second, do you mean you've been selling me year old cigarettes?" The man simply looks at her,  and shrugs. As she storms out of the store, she turns and says, "I'm going to contact the health department about these cigarettes!"