I stay on station and puff away. Another woman walks by and breaks into a paroxysm of exaggerated coughing. I ignore her. She coughs some more. I just look at her and smile. “Those things will kill you,” she says. “Have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Savior?” I ask. “What?” “Would you like to pray with me?
Yet another great post by Mr. Waiterrant.net.
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