Sorry, Moose, but that's before I got addicted. It's too complicated, too. I was lured in by the two-packs for eight bucks. And now it's two-packs for five-fifty.
They can smell weakness, the smell of a smokey shirt. They prey on us. C'mon, what's a few more bags going to hurt? You can park the car outside.
Oh, the horrible cycle of addiction.