So there I was, hanging out in the second row, when, suddenly, he came up to me and asked, “Hey, do you have a light?” I told him that I did but that he couldn’t smoke here – we’re in a theater, wouldn’t you know! He smiled at me. Somehow, that smile looked insincere, painted on. He replied, “I know that. But it’s okay. I have permission.” I asked from whom, and he complimented me on my grammar. Then, he produced three fire crackers and told me that, as part of his act, he was going to light them off. I told him that he’d better get back into the scene first, pointing to the movie screen.
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