Friday, October 22, 2010

Day XLV


Girly filter

     In a pinch he would accept one of those, any other kind, and he would put you down. So, if you offered him Salems, Newports, or Kools, he would ask:

     “Do I look like bitch ta ya, uh?”

     At the time I smoked Marlboros, and when one day he ran out of smokes, he was in deep shit, because everybody in the office at the time was smoking a lady’s butt. There were maybe three or four WAFs, (Women in the Air Force), in the office at the time. So he looked at me, smiled, and said,

     “Airman, gimme one adem dar Marlboros a yorn!”

     I looked at, him, smiled, and said: “Ya sho ya wants one deeze soige!”

     He smirked, took it, and said:

       “It’ll do,” as he snapped the filter clean off, practice I guess. He smiled again, and said:

      “Wit out this girly filter it’s almost as good as un a mine.”

     This goes to show it’s all the same crap, we’re like junkies in need of a fix, and in a pinch we’ll smoke anything, especially when in the throes of a hangover. I’ve seen guys ransack their homes looking for a smoke, and settle for a long butt out of an ashtray. This shit is so demeaning sometimes.

     We worked in a communications office that was like a bar on a Saturday night, the smoke just hung in the air. It was either coming out of somebody’s mouth or nose. If anybody wasn’t smoking they were just lighting up, or putting one out. I was a drone there for two years, until I was sent to the Far East.

    There was tons of paper for the copier all over the place, and we were always making all kinds of copies. Butts were lit all over, people were lighting matches all the time, I’m amazed we never had a fire.

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