I used to be a smoker, and loved every minute of it. It wasn't until I had quit and some time had passed that I realized how terribly disgusting the habit was! I used to throw butts wherever. I figured they are better on the street than messing up my car. They are small enough on the sidewalk as to not bother anyone. It didn't occur to me that I could burn down a small town with what I was doing. I was also a teenager at the time, and I'm guessing I thought it was pretty cool to do all this.
Fate got me back a couple times, once I threw a butt out the window and it came back in and fell between my legs. I was wearing shorts at the time and driving stick. I had to push pull force on my clutch and on my gas to raise my behind off the seat, steer with one hand while I fished for the fiery butt. Another time, I flicked one out the window, successfully, I thought. Until I arrived at work when someone looked at me in horror, pointing and saying, "WHATS THAT?!". A butt smoldering in my hair, that's what it was.
Now, I am passive aggressive and hold my breath loudly and say, "$#%# that's GROSS" as I walk through a wall of smoke. What WAS I thinking as a kid?!
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