Click the link to find out how you, too, can join in the fun! This post is part of this weeks’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday. So why did I want to go out and have a smoke break with the smokers? Oh yeah, to get away from my desk. Unless I’m nowhere near a smoker of course. If I get up and move to the other side of them, it follows me. I find now that when I smell smoke it bothers me more than it used to.Īnd you know what’s weird? If I’m sitting beside a smoker, the smoke always comes to me. After I became pregnant for the first time (in 1994), my mother stopped smoking around me. It wasn’t commonly known how much damage it could do. Back then they didn’t care if I was in the car, or the house, or where ever they were when they lit up. I have asthma from breathing it in all those years ago. What was the point of starting? Logical, right? But my parents smoke/d (my mother still does), their best friends smoked – practically everyone I grew up with did. I always said I never started smoking because everyone who did wanted to quit. It was unfair! Except in the middle of winter – then I used to laugh at them, outside in the cold, smoking their brains out. They were allowed smoke breaks but because I didn’t smoke, I had to stay at my desk and work. You know what always pissed me off when I was working in an office? Smokers.
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