That reminds me of a time many moons ago I was going through the desert in the middle of the night. I was a smoker then. I stopped at a bar for a pack of cigarettes . It was the only building I'd seen for miles in the middle of nowhere . It seemed like the bar went silent when I walked in. It was all native Americans (we called them Indians then, so did they), they all turned and looked at me. I used the cigarette machine and got the hell out of there.