Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Bleh

There's something about smokers here where you can tell they're smokers just by looking at them, particularly those who are probably 40 and older. They're very pinched and wrinkled. Their skin has a grey tinge. Their eyes are hollow. Their hair even seems stiff and parched. The spectre of death hovers above them. Children weep as they pass.

I never noticed this among people in Orlando. I wonder if the sun plumps them up somehow, or if it's simply that fewer people
there continue to smoke as they get older. It definitely seems like more people smoke here.

(Note to those smokers who think that being outside means other people can't smell it: It doesn't. We can.)

(That is not directed at people who merely smoke outside. I know Amy knows. AMY KNOWS ALL.)

6 comments:

Elly said...

Down here it's just hidden under the decades of leathery suntan.

Anonymous said...

I'll bet that there are the same number of lifelong smokers in Orlando too. I think the Disney Secret Police just does a very good job of tackling them the minute they enter the gates, wrapping their leathery lips with festive Duct Tape, loading their tar-rich bodies into a special monorail car, then wisking them away to the Disney Tourist Recycling Center and Power Plant before the sight of these wretched humans has chance to negativily effect the good cheer and magical fun that is Disney World :)

Anonymous said...

No one knows the ill effects and horrible stinkiness of cigarettes better than I.
Of course, as you said, I do know all. Unless that is some other Amy you are talking about, in which case I challenge her to an "all" off.

Elly said...

All off! All off!

Anonymous said...

my new neighbor just started smoking in his forties
unusual
and my word verification is
iioot

FuzzyDave said...

Smoking is Cool.


And you all know it.