It involved a cigar and a wiseguy kid. Years ago at Dayton’s in Minneapolis, Cousin Jimmy and Uncle Art sat waiting for the ladies of the family. Uncle Art had just lit up his favorite cigar. Both commenting on the females of the species that went by, they noticed a cocky kid approaching. The kid held the string of a newly purchased high priced balloon, his mom next to him.
The kid looked up at Uncle Art and said, in a sassy tone: “You shouldn’t smoke. It’ll ruin your health.”
Uncle Art glared back at him, stuck his cigar on the balloon and popped it.
“Has your mom ever told you not to talk to strangers?”
Made the kid cry. Mom looked for a security officer.
Uncle Art looked at little Jimmy. “That darn balloon almost put out my cigar.”