Not cigs, but Seinfeld showed that the phrase can be used in a woman’s restroom where you have no toilet paper in your stall and you need to bum some off the lady in the adjacent stall.
My boss snakes my “wing zings” (spicy chicken wings) when I bring then in, but then, he’s always got Diet Mountain Dew in the fridge, and chocolates can usually be found hiding somewhere in the cupboards, so we’re even, hehe.
Now, I don’t smoke, but if I did, I’d think as you folks do, that it’s darn rude to bum cigs (with no intention of reciprocation, I mean, not for buddies who do trade off fairly).
I love the black cigs of death idea, that’s funny, I’d pay to watch that!!!
Oh, but then I’m a lifetime non-smoker, maybe that’s kindof cruel? hehe
Man, people were bumming smokes off of me at my wedding! Look, people, I’m the dude in the tux hanging out with the pretty lady in the white dress. This is supposed to be the happiest day in my life. Why don’t you go find a pack yourself or ask someone else?
I am so sick of people bumming cigs. I work in restaurant where they bum everything. Ugh. My solution which has worked really well is carry 2 packs of cigs in the crush proof box. You have 1 pack that is full and the other pack that has one in it. When you are in Mr. Hand and his Vulture Alert Zone you pull out the box that has 1 cig in it and that just happens to be the one you are going to smoke. When bummer asks for one you just tell him your out too and hand bummer empty pack as you tell him to do his part and help keep America clean.
Mangetout, I hear you on your rant too. Please keep your fucking hands out of my food. If you want something to eat and you have no money I will buy you dinner. But don’t touch my food. It really pisses me off. I am on the Atkins diet and when you see me eat, chances are I need every fucking bit of what I’m about to partake in and I don’t need you taking any of my calories away.
My boss was “trying to quit”, but just managed to stop buying cigs, whilst bumming them off of everyone he knew (I don’t smoke, I was a spectator to this spectacle).
Finally, someone actually put it this way to him. When he asked for a cig, the guy pulled out two packs from his desk and said, “I have one empy pack here, and one that’s full, you take your pick. If you pick the full pack, I’ll be happy to give you a cig. But if you pick the empty pack, you pay me a dollar, and don’t come back here begging for a smoke until tomorrow.”
He stopped bumming cigarettes.
I saw something that was even worse at work.
There’s a woman who works there, who is supposedly diagnosed with ADHD. Her name is Amy.
I despise Amy.
I watched, one day while on break, as my supervisor Michele and her beau, Johnny, came in with a couple boxes of the medium Domino’s pizza. When they opened the boxes, even I could see that their lunch consisted of leftovers.
Johnny left the breakroom briefly, as Amy came in. Michele had just started in on her lunch, when Amy asks for a slice.
I can see Michele just hesitate, but she’s a nice person so says yes. I’m rolling my eyes, but not thinking to interfere.
So Amy takes TWO slices. WTF?! Bitch, you just ate your OWN lunch not two hours ago!
Michele and I start talking about random trivial stuff. Amy comes back…
wait for it…
you’ll love it…
and asks Michele for a THIRD FUCKING SLICE.
Michele sighed and went ahead and said yes. But damnit, I was going to say something nasty, and now I didn’t get the chance!
I swear, if Amy ever tries that shit with me…grrrr. That just made me sooo mad.
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I saw something that was even worse at work.
There’s a woman who works there, who is supposedly diagnosed with ADHD. Her name is Amy.
I despise Amy.
I watched, one day while on break, as my supervisor Michele and her beau, Johnny, came in with a couple boxes of the medium Domino’s pizza. When they opened the boxes, even I could see that their lunch consisted of leftovers.
Johnny left the breakroom briefly, as Amy came in. Michele had just started in on her lunch, when Amy asks for a slice.
I can see Michele just hesitate, but she’s a nice person so says yes. I’m rolling my eyes, but not thinking to interfere.
So Amy takes TWO slices. WTF?! Bitch, you just ate your OWN lunch not two hours ago!
Michele and I start talking about random trivial stuff. Amy comes back…
wait for it…
you’ll love it…
and asks Michele for a THIRD FUCKING SLICE.
Michele sighed and went ahead and said yes. But damnit, I was going to say something nasty, and now I didn’t get the chance!
I swear, if Amy ever tries that shit with me…grrrr. That just made me sooo mad.
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The hell?
I know I submitted only once.
sigh Time for bed, methinks.
“Do you have an extra cigarette?”
“There’s no such thing as an extra cigarette.”
I solved this problem by switching brands. After I started smoking unfiltered Lucky Strikes and unfiltered Camels, the number of people bumming fags from me dropped to 0. As a bonus, these old-fashioned cigs deliver such an intense nicotene jolt that I smoke fewer of them. Plus, I now have a legit reason to indulge in the little cig-tapping ritual before lighting up.
They’re doing you a favor by bumming your cigarettes. The more they take, the less you can smoke. Give it up, and you have more money and your lungs will begin to heal.
Buy a pack of those super slim and long cigs to hand out to the beggars, that should be funny.
I did that same thing in college. I had my regular walkin’-around cigarettes, and then for house parties and bars, a nice pack of Lucky Strike unfiltereds! People learned quickly.
AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!! I hate that! Growing up as a “city kid”, I learned that the only way to deal with bums, etc, was to learn to say “No. NO. NO!!!” and not care about the consequences. Don’t listen to what they say- Just keep walking. If they follow you- Just keep walking. If they touch you- Kick them in the face. Granted, they are persistant fuckers- but if you frequent an area, they will soon learn that you are not the ideal person to ask. The same goes for co-workers. (Although in this case, I don’t recommend the face-kicking.) I don’t mind bumming smokes to friends, but since they ARE my friends, I also don’t mind telling them to get their own pack after awhile.
Rilchiam, a good retort to “Do you have an extra smoke?” is to look very sorry and reply “No. There were only 20 in my pack.” 
Sure cure for cigarette bums. “I don’t smoke.” It’s even more fun when you’re smoking at the time.
When I was a teenager (and a smoker), I bought a pack of menthol cigarettes just to try 'em. I hated them. I bought my regular brand, and the menthol cigarettes got forgotten about in my backpack.
Whenever anyone asked for a cigarette (and on break in the smoking section, if you pulled out a pack of smokes, dozens of people swarmed you), I showed them the menthol pack and told them they were free to take more than one. Only one person ever accepted. No one else would touch 'em. I just started carrying around my regular smokes in the menthol pack. No one bothered me anymore.
I work downtown and get bugged for money and cigarettes all the freakin’ time. I just say no, sorry, can’t help you. I’ve never had anyone call me out on it.
When I was out, I woukd always try to buy one, “Would you sell me a cig for a quarter?” I thought this was fair. Very few people would take the quarter, but most gave me one or two cigs.
I do the same thing when I’m out, dave. Only, I offer a dollar, so even less people take me up on it. In fact, I’ve probably done this 15-25x and only one person has even taken my dollar.
And, Kalhoun – my group of friends has refered to cigs as “squares” since I started smoking.
Heh heh…My boyfriend had a great comeback for the old “Do you have an extra cigarette?” game…he would pull out his pack, open it up, and say “Nope…only got twenty in this pack” and put it back in his pocket.
This reminds me of a sign I used to have years ago:
The surgeon general has determined that YOUR BITCHING about MY SMOKING could be hazardous to you health !
Hey, auntnut! That’s what I said! (S’okay. Great minds think alike and all that!)