So I was exiting the coffee shop and I see the two men who were in front of me in line giving directions to YOU in the parking lot. They were pointing up the hill and saying “You take a right, etc etc”. Nice pleasant helpful people.. then YOU tactlessly bellow loudly something like “You mean I have to go all the way up there.. just for a pack of cigarettes?”. The nice men giving directions nodded and smiled apologetically. “FUCK!!!” you yelled as you booted across the road on a red light, oncoming traffic. No thank you, no smile, no acknowledgement to the two men who broke to you the horrible, horrible news. Poor —Time To Quit, Buddy
This article appears in Mar 7-13, 2013.
Oh, cut him some slack. The #52 was already behind schedule and he only gets a finite number of minutes per hour for necessities like T!ms & butts.
my buddy was downtown one time when a couple of crusty punks were asking passersbys for ‘smokes’.
After asking a few people, one of the punks exclaims out of frustration “Where are all the god damned smokes?”.
My buddy told him “…at the store”.
Makes me so glad I quit the coffin nails in January – hated that ‘croaking for a smoke’ feeling.
Well to be fair, he wasn’t bellowing because he was a smoker…
He was bellowing because he was a rude ass jerk who cares not for anything but his own interests.
+1 to lowcoaster… as pauly shore would say,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JIL2kmKAetQ
So he has a nasty habit, is rude AND lazy, he’s the total package. Probably wouldn’t seem so far away if he wasn’t compromising his lungs.
Seriously? Who puts a smokeshop at the top of a hill?
being a smoker has it’s drawbacks, going to far to get them, is one. but look at the brighter side, pretty soon they will die, and you won’t have to bitch about them anymore.