A Smoke with Dad?

I just walked into Ruby’s Coffee Roasters to finish up the sermon for tomorrow and I am at a standstill because I am desperately trying to figure out what the barista at the counter just said to his customer. To me it sounded like he said

“I’m taking a Nazi out for a smoke with my dad.”

I know he didn’t say that but I can’t figure out what he actually said.

I’ll go back to working on the message now.