I am recognized by the clerks in the little "cheap cigarettes" smoke shop I patronize. Best prices around. I don't even have to say what brand, flavor, and type of pack I want, any more. I was short 8 cents once, the clerk said,"Pay it next time." I think, when I actually did that, she took notice. Sometimes we chat, briefly. She always wears a beautiful sari, and her infant son is often attached to her by a sling. (Yah, baby in a smoke shop... Go figure.) There are also two soft drink fridges and a variety of chips and things, as well as T-shirts and other smoking paraphernalia for sale. My lunch hour was taken up by some other buiness and I was running late today when I stopped to buy cigarettes. I noticed a flavor of PopTart I hadn't seen before: Apple Strudel. I love PopTarts, especially Frosted Raspberry, or Frosted Cherry. Sometimes, the chocolately ones will be very attractive to me. The whole point of this long- winded ramble is that the PopTart was stale. And the inside was .... Chewy... Not gooey. I'm amused I expected to find a FRESH PopTart at an establishment selling tobacco products! Anybody else have Shouldnt Have Been Surprised moments like this, willing to share them?