At the K-Mart garden center.
Retiree customer: I tink about dose tobacco executives making a million bucks a year salary and it makes me sick. I quit after 40 years. Smoking got me true a war and loss.
Me: There's always chocolate.
RC: I know! I would go to da Fleet Farm and get da four-pound box of non pareleys and da raisinets. Now my glucose is true da roof. Ain't dat a kick in da pants?