All of this went on for probably two minutes. Finally, the dude took one of the lighters, lit his cigar, passed the lighter back, said, "I'll pass," and waltzed out of the store.
The funniest thing about it was the manager's reaction. He stood there, looked at me, and said: "I know that did not just happen. Man, I have seen a lot of stuff in this store, but he really got me."
I hate when people stop right by my desk and have a conversation that doesn't include me and has nothing to do with me. For the last three minutes, two people have been standing here gabbing like I'm not even here. I should jump in and tell them they don't know what they're talking about. Nah. THAT would be rude!
Even though I still have no idea what it's for, I finally got bored enough to add some actual information to my MySpace deal. Add me or friend me or sex me or whatever it is you do on that thing.