Friday, July 13, 2012

Why me?

There I am minding my own business on my way into work and a gentleman feels the need to sit down next to me because the seat next to me was open (as as the one next to it). Not a big deal until you factor in that he bathed in his cologne and he reeked of cigarette smoke. You couldn't pick the seat one over instead?

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