I had a horrifying dream last night. I was in either Vienna or Prague and needed cigarettes. The only store carrying my precious Dunhills was the American grocery chain
Food Lion which I am pretty sure has no stores in Europe. In any case, the tobacco section was run by two guys that looked like Owen and Luke Wilson. They had the classic Dunhills in the tins. I asked for two cartons. They stared at me in disbelief.
"Are you sure?"
"Uhh, yes, I need two cartons"
"That will be $2002.46." (Apparently Europe switched to the dollar and everyone speaks English. HA!)
"WTF?"
I handed them a credit card and paid. Then the complimentary, cigarette-carrying service man carried them to my waiting taxi and asked me for a date.
Was it a dream or the future?
