I don’t know how it is in any cities, because I don’t travel that much, but here in Cincinnati, if you’re a smoker walking down the sidewalk puffing away, trying to get from point A to point B, you’re going to get hit on.
No, not for sex and not so much for money, but for cigarettes.
“Buddy, can you spare a smoke?” I hear this all the time, and not from people down on their luck or homeless. I get hit up by people even wearing suits.
I’m too kind-hearted to say no. I usually give whoever asks a cigarette but smokes these days are expensive, you know? I think the people who ask for the cigarettes know this too. Basically, I’m paying for their cigarettes and their habit, because they don’t want to.
Sometimes people will offer me a quarter for a smoke. I usually don’t take it, but it’s got me thinking: If I go and buy a pack over in Covington – where cigarettes are about half the cost than they are over in Cincy, I could make a killing selling smokes for a quarter each.
I see a whole new career on the horizon.