I love sitting outside at Starbucks, but right now, I’m not sure what’s worse: the dude sitting in patio’s corner chain-smoking or the two preppy college boys wearing way, way too much cologne.
I might be a bad person …
No, not because I hate my roommate’s cat. (I do, but I that’s besides the point.)
I’m wondering because each time I head to work at the Daily Camera, I’m hoping that a group of people are outside smoking so that they can let me in the locked door.
Thus, because I’ve temporarily misplaced* my key, I’m promoting lung cancer.
*Misplaced=Lost likely permanently