It Beggars Belief
 

So there I was walking from point A to point B in the centre of town, then this image of constant don't care, staggered towards me, no doubt because it saw me light a ciggy.

It stood in front of me and swayed, geusafag it proclaimed, I stood there took a long draw on my cigarette and replied, I'm sorry I don't smoke.

It staggered back no doubt to gain focus, pointed to my little white weed that I was burning and in an insulted voice said but you's smokin' one now!

Ah yes, I replied, but I thought that if you could be cheeky enough to try and bum a fag off a stranger, this stranger has the right to lie to you, so leave me alone. he almost fell to the floor in disgust but pulled himself together and went off to bully someone else for the price of a cup of tea.

I think like with drugs, just say no, he'll find a different mug.