I was over visiting a friend yesterday and I had a pack of smokes in my pants pocket. My friend's father asked me if I wanted a pack of cigarettes and I politely declined because I have more than enough. He was like, "are you sure? I really don't mind." So I said, "Thanks anyways George, but I really have more than enough smokes to do me until I get my disability check so I really don't need them. I'm not going to take something that I don't need, but I appreciate your kindness and generosity.

Well, I left my friend's place a couple of minutes after I was offered the pack of cigarettes, and on the walk to my place, I reached into my pocket with my pack of cigarettes to take one out to light. I shit you not, I pulled out my pack of cigarettes, and underneath my pack that was in my pants the whole time I was inside their house, was another pack of cigarettes that i KNOW were not mine because they were the brand that George smokes.

I refused his smokes, but I guess the universe wanted me to have them, because I cannot explain how they got underneath my pack of smokes at the bottom of my right pocket in my pants. I didn't touch any of his smokes, letalone take a full pack. I was flabbergasted. A full pack of cigarettes manfested in my pocket out of thin air.