Smoker’s Express

We were sitting at a red light, waiting for our turn. There was a store on the corner. It was one of those stores that specializes in cigarettes and lottery tickets. If someone goes into this store, you know they are purchasing a tobacco product. Hannah said, “If I were a fat, old guy with two prosthetic legs, I wouldn’t be smoking.” I looked over and there he was, just as described. She wasn’t wrong. It seems like one too many throws of the dice, a chance he shouldn’t be taking. Maybe he was only going in for the conversation.


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