Fire Hazard

She took one last, long drag of her Virginia Slim before tossing it and entering the bank. She took her spot in line and smiled politely at the customers ahead.

“Do you smell that?” the woman said. “It smells like something’s burning.”

“I don’t smell anything,” a man replied.

“It’s getting stronger, isn’t it? I think we better do something!”

“Actually, now that you mention it…”

“Call someone! Do something! The bank is on fire!”

Soon, everyone looked toward the commotion. The teller, standing on her tiptoes from behind the counter, said, “Ma’am, I think your purse is on fire.”