I dropped by Rocket last night to give Sirry her house key back (I’d just finished setting her computer back up at her house after a week-long period of tinkering and repair.) Sara gave me another of her empty Brazilian Marlboro packs. As I chatted with them, holding the box, everyone commented how weird it was to see me, a chronic non-smoker, brandishing a pack of cigarettes.
Anyway, this one gets the message across without being quite as graphic.
