Smokers
Lou.
Posted to Diary on Mon Apr 21, 2008 at 10:02:05 PM EST. RSS.
Why do they think the world is their ashtray?
Springtime in New England...it can be a magical time. Finally, the snow is gone and the tender young buds make their grand appearance.
Other things make their appearance when the snow melts as well.
Whilst making a left hand turn what should I see on the corner where the snow used to be? A thick carpet of cigarette butts. Delicious!
Walking up to convenience store to get some milk, what do I behold? A citizen smoker emptying her car's ashtray into the parking lot. Perhaps it was an art installation?
And finally, while enjoying a lunch date with my sweetie, what should I spy right outside but a smoker - standing 5 feet away from one of those convenient butt containers - flicks his cigarette into the newly laid mulch...which then promptly catches fire. A waiter and I join forces to extinguish the flames with pitchers of water.
Look, on a personal level, I could give a sweet fuck what people do to their bodies. You want to smoke? Great...smoke so much the ghost of Jesse Helms appears in your pack of Camels.
I apologize to those smokers who exhibit courtesy. I hesitate to paint with such a large brush, but damn! There is some much of that tobaccoy crap laying around...
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