So. Enough about me. The other day after closing time some gentlemen walked into my building. As they tried to go upstairs I intercepted them. “This building closes at 5,” I said, “and you can’t smoke in here.”
One man turned to me and replied that he was willing to leave, but that he didn’t appreciate my accusation that he was smoking. As he said this he waved a lit cigarette in his hand.
As I pointed to the incendiary clutched between his right index and middle fingers a look of shock came across his face. Before I could say anything else he ran out the door.