Who has the tag line that reads something like "When it comes to preps, lie like a crack head." ? An excellent line and sage advice. However you conceal your activities, it will pay dividends in the future. I prefer to let people think what they like about me. After a long day at work and longer evening in the field I was sweat soaked, filthy, and salt stained this evening. And I was out of cat food. I have half the guys at work convinced that I prefer Nine Lives Pate' to pizza, but that's another story. I had been enjoying a cigar when I arrived at the Dollar General. I set my cigar down in front of my left front tire as I have for years and went into the store. At the register I made small talk with the cashier and a lady that was in line. I mentioned that I had gotten the last box of Nine Lives variety pate', and how the Super Supper was "my favorite." This got me a little sideways look. I paid for my cat food and walked out into the dark parking lot. Just finishing up loading her groceries is the lady that was in line in front of me, and she's watching me. I was almost to my car door when I remembered my cigar. I picked it up and dusted it off, and noticed that she was really looking at me now, so I inspected the cigar that I'd just "found" on the ground, and gave it a couple puffs. It was still lit! My lucky day! Seeing her disgust, I made a point of walking away from my car, and around the corner until she had departed. It's a shame that I hadn't thought to start whistling Roger Miller's "King Of The Road." Her perception was that I was a smelly, filthy, cat food eating vagabond who smoked cigars that he found in parking lots. She left with no connection between me and my car, would never recognize me in clean street clothes, and had no idea that it was my own premium cigar that I was enjoying. Perception is reality.