Excuse Me Sir...

It was snowing. The streets were shit, the sidewalks even worse. I had my dress shoes on with little to no grip.

I was on the way back from city hall after picking up a check for work. It wasn't cold but it was windy, snow blowing in my face. I heard a woman talking from accross the street.

"Sir? Sir?"

I looked over. To my surprise she was actually beckoning me.

"Do you have a cigarette I could borrow?"

Did she really think I was going to cross the street to "borrow" her a cigarette? How exactly does one "borrow" a cigarette? Was I going to catch up with her tomorrow?

What goes through these peoples' heads?