My office is in a non smoking building. Many of my clients smoke, and one part time employee. In the interest of not burning down, we’ve placed a coffee can outside for smokers to place their cigs, when done.
yea, coffee can. Not interested in spending big (or even little) bucks on the issue. But, since it sits on a porch with a railing, you can’t see it from the street.
we’re closed today. (well, I’m here doing some paperwork and stuff). I heard some one come onto our porch.
and saw: a guy (who’d riden a bicycle) rummaging through the butts in this can, apparently to find ones with some “smoke” still left in em?
I think I speak for the masses when I say ** “EWEEEEEEEE”**
Isn’t it disgusting enough to smoke without resorting to such measures? And he was riding a bike? Don’t even get me started on the whole health issue that goes with smoking.
Absolutely repulsive! And a very sad testimony to the power of addiction and the humiliation of poverty. Reminds me of the time this summer that I was sitting outside with some friends at MoBay Cafe in D.C. - a homeless man came by and wanted to drink the few sips of warm, back-washy beer left in our empty Red Stripes. Yeech.
Back in my high school days, the two brothers that I hung out with were both firmly addicted to Camel straights.
Since they lived high atop the Berkeley hills, running out for more cigarettes was not an option. Upon smoking the last of their cigarettes, when the inevitable nic-fits would begin, they would root through the ashtray and roll up “roach” cigarettes from the leftover Camel butts.
Speaking of disgusting, my neighbors have just hung their laundry out on the clothesline to dry. An admirable practice, that I would do if I had a clothesline. However, their clothesline is covered with the husband’s yellowed, disintegrating tighty-whiteys and undershirts where the armpits seem to be rotting away. Buy some new freakin’ underwear!