John grew up on a farm in a small town away from the hustle and bustle of the city. His whole life he has been a huge fan of tractors, his curtains and carpets had tractor patterns on, there were posters of John Deere's covering his walls, he even had his parents buy him a waffle maker that makes waffles in the shape of tractors. As he grew up and started to hit puberty John started, as all boys of his age do, being way too interested in impressing girls, he soon realized that girls don't really care much for tractors and this was proving to be a problem. On his 18th birthday however he finally decided that something has to be done if he was ever going to stop the mockery from his friends for not having kissed a girl. But what was to be done? John decided that he was going to switch over to cars, it is a fairly easy swap and girls like cars, right? He went home that day and started taking down his curtains and ripped out his carpets and replacing them with car patterns, the posters were replaced next with pictures of Lamborghini's and Ferrari's. He even had his parents throw out his beloved waffle maker and have them replace it with one that makes waffles in the shape of cars. With John's whole life now changed he decided he would go in to town to the local bar for a well deserved beer, so he makes the 10 mile drive into town and as he walks up to the bar he realizes that he forgot his wallet at home. He looks at the bartender and says ""Listen man I've had a long and emotional day is there anything I can do for just one beer"" now this was a typical small town bar, no windows and only one entrance to the building, the place was basically a walking fire hazard and obviously then a lot of smoke was hanging around in the bar at about eye level. So the bartender looks back at him and says ""You see all this smoke hanging around? If you can get all this smoke out, I will give you your beer"". John looks around a bit and inhales as much air as he can, and walks outside and exhales. He returns to find the bar without a trace of smoke and the bartender staring at him with eyes as big as plates. ""How the hell did you do that!"" he exclaims ""It's easy"" said John ""I'm an ex-tractor fan""