Set the scene: A chap who works for a large corporation enters a meeting room for a regular discussion with his peers, in which the very tricky business of bringing their company's product to market on time, and with exceedingly high quality is discussed.
He sits down, and places his notebook, mobile phone, and packet of cigarettes on the table.
Next to him is a gentleman of Eastern European stock, but well 'acclimated' to the Californian way of life he gave up smoking a long time ago. Overcome by desire, he reaches for the alluring packet of Rothmans King Size and says "Do you mind if I sniff your box?"
Happily, when all was delicately explained, he found it funnier than the rest of us.
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