Last night I was walking from my apartment to a friend’s to hang out for a bit, have a drink, and chat. On the way there I had to pass the 24/7 flower stand that I have only ever seen closed once since I moved downtown—and that was because they were tearing up the sidewalk in front. A guy was looking at flowers and he reached for a bouquet while taking a long drag off his cigarette, and just when he stuck his nose into the arrangement to get a whiff he exhaled the cig smoke. WTF! How can you expect to smell anything with your head in a cone of smoke?
It may not make you smile, but it made me crack a grin.
