Jul 15, 2004 17:49
I went for a walk on my lunch break in the tiny backward town of Honesdale. I went to a Yoga place that has a cafe and organic products and the sort and got a Chai.
As I am walking back, an old creepy looking guy tells me as I walk past him that "that stuff" will kill me one day. (I can only assume he thought it was coffee) However, he is telling me this in between cigarette puffs as he is gasping for breath in his lungs.
This is not meant in offense to anyone that smokes, but you have to admit this was kind of ironic!