Things like this, make me wish I were in the US again. Good show, Brokor. I used to have a buddy who lived in Waycross, Georgia. When I would go visit him, he would give me, literally, a garbage can bag full of those little cigars. He, or maybe it was his wife, worked for a local plant I guess was in the area. Although they kept their floors spotless and very hygienic, the company would not package the cigarillos that had been dropped on the floor during the manufacturing process. So, employees of the time were allowed to pick them up and take them home, rather than disposing of them. Good times and free cigarillos.