A little story

[davess]

I had a guy round this morning to plaster a wall in the kitchen. He took his coat off, got cracking and I left him to it. Half an hour later I returned and made him a cup of tea. So he sat down and produced a cheap, little ego/clearo kit from his overall pocket, stuck it in his mouth and started to chug away on it. He told me he’d got it from a grocery shop up the road and hadn’t touched a cig since the day he bought it a month ago. “I’ve finally been able to give the bloody cigs up after 40 odd years with this,” he said. “And I’ve even got the wife using one now as well.”

“Have you got just the one?” I asked. “Oh no,” he said, “I’ve got three - this one, one in the car and one in me coat pocket. Trouble is,” he said, “I keep dropping it and this one’s got a bit of a crack in it. I’ve stuck it together with superglue though and it seems alright at the moment. It does leak a bit in me pocket, but it’s not too bad.”

“Do you clean them?” I asked. “Oh no,” he said. “They last forever these, you just have to fill ‘em up with oil (sic) when they’re empty and keep recharging the batteries. But no, you don’t need to clean ‘em or anything like that.”

I couldn’t resist any longer, so I placed my Vision Spinner topped with a Vivi Nova next to his e-cig on the table and he nearly fell off his ladder. “What the ‘ell’s that?” he gasped. I then spent the next half-hour or more telling him everything I’ve learned about e-cigs and vaping during the past couple of months, and advised him to join the AAEC forum, where he’d learn a damn sight more than I could tell him. He said he couldn’t use a computer and neither could his wife. BUT, he said his mate had a computer and he was going to get him to order a load of stuff from several on-line vendors I’d written down for him. At the end of the day as he was leaving he stopped at the door, “Do you know what,” he said with a big smile, “I think God sent me here today to get all this information off you about e-cigs.” Oh right, I thought, and here was me thinking God had sent him to plaster my kitchen wall. Ah well.

[sleepyduck]

Cool

[womble]

Did he give you a discount on the plastering?

I reckon you did a sterling job there by the sound of it.