This was sooo not fair. So four of us piled into your car to go have lunch and you decided that you must have a smoke. I mean, you're mad cool and all, but seriously, you're the only one amongst us who smokes.
Was it paining you to wind down your window fully and let the cigarette smoke waft away completely? You just had to have 90% of the 2nd hand smoke come back into the car and fill our lungs completely; maybe to tell us what we're missing. I can still feel the disastrous taste in the back of my throat from all that forced inhalation. My head soo hurts and my eyes are ringing from staying in this position for almost 20 minutes. What will I tell anyone who comes across me and smells the cigarette smoke that now fills my hair and clothes? That I don't smoke? That that burning/burnt smell is really my Pleasures perfume? "Yeah, right" they'll say, "she thinks our noses have gone on summer vacation with her ability to be honest."
Oh goodness...I'm so tired. And even when I started coughing it didn't occur to you that you should stop. AND you made us endure this all over again back from lunch.... Meeen I should have gone home to eat like I normally do.
Moral of this short story is:- Don't ride with a smoker in their car!
3 comments:
Ha! That's Terrible! My dad always smoked in my house and in the car. I'm use to the smell.
p.s. I had a good laugh about your comment. I am in fact a boy and a beardless one at that.
You should have said something to the smoker. I can't stand the smell of cigarette smoke. I'm hardly ever around it and it bothers me like crazy.
@ sting... Girl, I didn't know how to twist my mouth and say it cos my boss was also in the car. He doesn't smoke as well, but he kept his face at the open window. Sadly, for me opening the window was worse, cos I was directly behind the smoker. :(
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