My brother just tried to make himself look and sound pathetic in an attempt to get my mom, who was heading to the grocery store, to swing by here first so he can grab his smokes out of the car. Perhaps this is just me taking some sort of cruel pleasure in the fact another smoker gets to suffer, but I find this highly amusing. And I’m pretty sure it won’t teach him to be any more organized, either. Which… is probably where the amusement comes from. Ah well, I never claimed to make sense.