Smoke forgot fire

Smoke forgot fire
I smoked, such as life. Office, young people are “non-smoking family, on a heavy smoker. Puff single easily create a scandal, “anti-smoking campaign” sound can be heard often on the dangers of “passive smoking”.

Decided to quit smoking. I own provisions, the office never apply again and again, it can not stop, you had fun on the street.

One morning, just go to work soon, I yawn constantly feel itchy throat intolerable. Was about to work out a cigarette, but see around a bunch of extreme contempt in the eyes, it is smoked yellow hand as the needle-like, immediately shrink back.

Or go out to two. On the morning of the street, the pedestrian. Like a Mende tears of the bath, I ran all the way out of breath office under one hand skilled to work out a cigarette, one hand in his pocket and stop search. Oh no! Lighters office drawer. Return to fetch it, to climb several floors, the most troublesome, but also provoke colleagues joke. Abandoning pumping it, this addiction children, it is to die.

Undecided between, I saw in front of a chubby old man is greeted by walking and pumping it! Encountered Concert, I was excited: “Hey, comrades, by a fire.” See the other side, handing me cigarettes fast as cigarette butts, out of courtesy, and casually asked one: “Oh, the old master, do you want followed by a? “” ah, thank you ah! “each other pretty straightforward, hearty laugh, he gave me the smoke then past. The hands of not smoking, I felt in my pocket, and would like to took a. Groping for a long time, this abnormal embarrassed to find that the original downstairs with only a cigarette. Old man the smoke point, then said: “you fire!” I stare throngs, Xiuyou hurry, had to say: “Oh … ah … no, I feel my voice is a bit uncomfortable. Thank you