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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