I'm sitting at my B&M. I just got here. I walk out of the humidor witha Le Bijou, sit down, clip, and proceed to pull out my Zippo. Everyone's attention is on Westbrook and xompany fighting for the lead against the Warriors until they hear that familiar ping. Three or four heads turn to watch me light up with so much disgust in their expressions. One guy turns to his buddy and mumbles something about a good cigar about to go to waste. I smile and they look at me like I'm green. I proceed to re-touch and they chuckle. I love my Thunderbird. These guys don't have a clue.