Dear gas station clerk,
I see the disapproving look in your eyes when I ask for a box of Marlboro Lights. I can practically read your mind, wondering "why is she smoking? Does she not know how bad it is for her?"
Yes, I know.
I know all the facts. Know them well.
Joking around with me and saying, "no," when I ask for them isn't really funny either. It's not like I'm a giddy 18 year old excited about being above the legal age. It's not like I want to smell (or taste) like an ashtray. That's not it at all.
So, you want to what it is?
I do not know.
But, if you could just give me my purchase sans snide remarks, I would appreciate it.
Sincerely,
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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3 comments:
Everyone's a critic these days.... I'm not a smoking advocate, but used to indulge myself. Last time I checked, it's still legal to purchase cigarettes if you're over 18. He probably wouldn't have batted an eye if you were there to buy beer.
Everyone has an opinion. You are a grown woman making a choice. Jeez!
I used to smoke Malboro Lights... oh how I miss them especially when I am having a cocktail. =)
he thinks you're pretty. gas station dudes like that creep me out...I always make a mental note to NEVER go back to that one, thank goodness for many options! :)
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