Did I check the box to see if there were any ciggies left behind and in need of a light and some inhalations? No. Why? Because neither do I interrupt art nor do I touch litter. I also could not help but wonder if the setup was a plisky, with a wiley raccoon ready to snarl-scare a scream from me if I were to snatch its prized carton of blue. My vaticination, though, is that the ciggies in the box are both smoked and unsmoked and, also, had I reached out to see what was inside, a hatted bear would appear, instead of aforementioned raccoon, and proceed to Wolverine me as blameworthy for disrespecting a forest tree he is sworn to protect. Oh, Smokey, you would not maul me if my bracketology had Baylor in the Final Four, would you?