So my wife took our boy to a local “manor house and garden” attraction that has an art gallery and a library and other stuff to do.
While there, they saw a little person. Little meaning an adult, but very small. I’m not sure what the acceptable term is these days, but you know what I’m talking about.
The little person, who appeared to be about 45, walked over to a woman pushing a jogging stroller. He climbed into the stroller and the woman said, “Do you want some juice?”
He replied in a deep, gruff voice, “NO, I WANT A CIGARETTE.” Unfortunately, it was a no smoking zone. So off they rolled.