There are times, I think, it would pay to be a smoker - ya, who knew? Or at least a pretend smoker, one that was having problems getting her cigarette to light!
A case in point - the other night as I was leaving the bar, leaving my girlfriend's birthday party, I overheard a man on his cell phone. Outside. He said something to the fact of, "do not EVER send my wife another text message like that again, or I'll...." Unfortunately I didn't hear the rest. I kind of didn't want to, and it is times like that you feel like you are "ease dropping," and yet, he's in the alley. Right outside the bar. If he wants privacy, at least get in your car. So I continued on my way, when I then heard him yell, "What? I can't hear you."
Now whether he was telling a man - who apparently is cheating with this guy's WIFE, to back off...or his girlfriend, with WHOM he is cheating with, I don't know. A friend said it was too bad I didn't linger longer and get more of the story. I replied, "I was cold, I didn't want to."
HOWEVER, if I was a smoker, or a "pretend" smoker (and a pretend smoker would have difficulties getting their cigarette lit, right?), I could have "innocently" hung out there, listening. Though, again, he's in the alley. I'm sure I wasn't the only one that heard parts of his conversation.
Thinking about this, if I was a "pretend" smoker, I could ... I wonder...how many men I could "reel" in. How many men would come up with a lighter or a match to "light" my cigarette. And then instead of actually smoking the beast (yes, the smoke itself is bad enough), I could just hold it out to my side while chatting with
"so and so." With the hopes that "so and so," is cute and... a non-smoker.
Just think the possibilities! Who knew??
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