Obviously-not-18-year-old girl, handing man money: Go get me a pack of Camels number nine, please.
20-something man: Are you serious? They’re going to think I’m fruity. (walks into store, immediately walks back out) I can’t buy them. That girl is working.
Obviously-not-18-year-old girl: I’m sorry, would you like me to buy Marlboro Reds? That’s a manlier cigarette.
20-something man: That’d be great. (goes back in and returns with Marlboro Reds): Sorry about that. Uh, if I don’t get my type of cigarettes then I think they’d get suspicious.
Obviously-not-18-year-old girl: You don’t even smoke.