I jog/walk 5 miles every morning since I quit. This morning I was on my final leg and I smelled a cigarette. I followed the smell as it got stronger. At first I was repulsed...but then, as I got closer, I recognized the scent of my very special old friend, Mr. Winston Ultra-Lite himself!!!
How I wanted to get closer and see him and maybe tempt fate by simply holding him in my hand! The smell intrigued me, invited me...and then I saw the person holding my old friend up to her lips and taking a deep inhale. (It's that first hit after coffee at 715AM! I loved that first one, it was down hill from there till 11PM or so.) She smiled at me, (me in my jogging shorts, tennis shoes and sweaty tee shirt-out doing heart healthy stuff-)as if to say, "Hey guy, wanna bum one?". The temptation was unbearable!
I went over to her (she was very attractive). She did not have a wedding ring on! I said, "Hi there. Beautiful day, isn't it?" She said, "You tryin' to hit on me old man? You presumptious old fart! You guys see a woman alone and you think you can just move on in!" I quickly apologized and moved on...I wanted to say, "No sweety, you got it all wrong! It's not about you!!! I want my old friend who is locked up in your purse, Mr. Ultra-Lite! Can he come out and play??"
I scurried home, my ego deflated, but I have one more day cigarette free! I dodged a bullett!
I escaped simply because I'm an old fart. That's about the only thing I can be grateful for about getting old.
Rauchman
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 3/23/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 195
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 5,870
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $975
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 39 [B]Hrs:[/B] 3 [B]Mins:[/B] 23 [B]Seconds:[/B] 22
