"Two Export Plain Please." Just don't get filter. That's why the "PLAIN PLEASE" part was crucial. Looking back, I wonder if my mother might have had agoraphobic tendencies. Sadly I was no more outgoing than she was so that buying her smokes was very scary. And much much worse was being sent to the person at the A&P coffee counter and having to say the words, "Half a pound of Bokar for a perc".
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