I'm celebrating 30 days of freedom from analog slavery today (and 28 days of vapory bliss). As a special "gift", one of my poor beleaguered analog fiend cow-orkers came back from her smoke break smelling like grim bloody death in an ashtray.
I thought "wow, wino BO is less revolting", then it suddenly dawned on me. I walked around smelling like that for decades, all the while telling myself it could not be as bad as some people made out.
Oh, it's SO much worse. Now, I see the worst of them were being kind. The ones that said nothing must be saints.
Unbeliveable. I feel like sending out apologies to all my non-smoker friends, family members, past classmates and cow-orkers. That's freakishly awful!
gaaaaaaa!
Maybe I'll get her a PV.
I thought "wow, wino BO is less revolting", then it suddenly dawned on me. I walked around smelling like that for decades, all the while telling myself it could not be as bad as some people made out.
Oh, it's SO much worse. Now, I see the worst of them were being kind. The ones that said nothing must be saints.
Unbeliveable. I feel like sending out apologies to all my non-smoker friends, family members, past classmates and cow-orkers. That's freakishly awful!
gaaaaaaa!
Maybe I'll get her a PV.