Something similar happened to me when I was living in Chicago. I had a brownstone near Belmont and Broadway and I'm hoofing it to work one day (late as usual). I'm trying to catch a bus and the guy comes up to me and asks me for a cigarette. I have a Kool hanging out of my mouth, so even though I was late I thought I'd help the fella out. I stop, pull out the pack and flip the top of the box open to get him one.
He says, "Menthol? Forget it..." and walks away. Fucker
