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Back in the days when smoking was still allowed in the offices/cubicals, we had one engineer who smoked like a fiend. He even learned to type while keeping the lit cirgarette between 2 fingers.
Of course, if he went too long between puffs, the cigarette would go out. I guess he was short of cigs one day, because he re-lit the cigarette. Or he tried to re-light it. Burned his nose with the butane lighter. He had a black spot on the tip of his nose. It scarred too! So even years later, you could see where he burned his nose.
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James
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
Red-beard for President, 2020
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