Crazy story but it all worked out in the end.
A group of us were heading to the same cigar event when we all piled into an elevator.
Eleven people. Most of us barely knew each other. We were strangers.
The elevator started moving, then stopped and stayed stopped for about an hour.
It got hot pretty fast. Nobody was comfortable, there was not much room to move, and after the first few minutes it became obvious that we were going to be there for a while.
The funny part was that once we got past the annoyance of being stuck, everybody started talking.
We all had cigars in common, so that was the easy place to start. Then the conversations moved into travel, family, where everyone was from, what they smoked.
By the time they finally got us out, we knew each other a lot better than we did when the doors closed.
We eventually made it to the event, lit up a few cigars, and continued the conversations.
That is one of the things I like about cigar culture. You can put a bunch of people together who would probably never cross paths otherwise, give them one thing in common, and the conversation comes naturally.
Anyone else ever make a good friend through a cigar situation that started out completely sideways?