Close, But No Cigar

I used to work in a smoke shop. A decade or two ago, one kid — over eighteen, all that mattered — came in and asked for an application. He filled it out and handed it back, and then we went into the humidor.

Job Seeker: “I’m thinking of buying something while here. Do you sell Cubans?”

Me: “Since this is the good old USA and it’s after 1962, I have to say no.”

Job Seeker: “Huh, is it true that Cuban cigars are so popular because they have pot in them?” 

He did not get a call back for an interview.