Give Me My Old Molds

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Back when I was in high school I went rollerskating at a rink nearly every Saturday night. I would meet up with some friends there and we would skate until the rink closed. One of my friend and his brother smoked cigarettes. They tried to get me to start but it made no sense to me. Puff in a bunch of smoke, blow it out and cough my head off. Yeah, they stuff a cigarette in my mouth and I took one puff and I was done (smoking that is–not coughing). After I finished coughing I told my friend no more cigarettes for me. One puff was plenty. He told me once I got used to it I wouldn’t cough anymore. I told him I had no desire to get used to it. Back in those days there was a brand of cigarettes called Old Gold. My friend’s brother smoked them. One night he had set his pack of Old Gold on a table. As we started to leave he realized he left his cigarettes on the table. He said to his brother, “Give me my Old Molds.” A slip of the tongue. We all got a good laugh out of that. I said something about them being old moldy things alright and that he should stop smoking them. Of course he did not. Over the years as I watched more and more people quit smoking or complain about how hard of a time they were having trying to quit, I was quite proud of myself for never starting. And it still makes no sense to me to puff in a bunch of smoke just to blow it out. I suppose since I have never been a smoker I’ll never understand it. Hopefully more and more kids today will realize smoking isn’t “cool “ and never start.