In 1966, at the age 12, all I needed was a quarter and a dime as cigarette machines were nearly everywhere. The only thing was you had to be careful about which brand you chose. Marlboro, Winston, and Salem were OK, but other less popular brands could sit in the machines for months, and stale cigarettes went up like kindling when you lit them.
Nice wives are found on the same aisle as unicorns and considerate husbands