I took my knitting across the border to a pub which has a lovely covered area with sofas and squishy chairs where I could celebrate the arrival of a wool shop in my town.
There is a wonderful lad employed there to clear up and keep the gardens tidy and make sure dogs are looked after.....he has many special needs....talks only to himself.....never usually to customers....
I had one cigarette in a packet......just one and quite old but I thought....this is the time to smoke this cigarette, Gness.....you have hung onto it for long enough.....enjoy the Guinness...the ciggie and think of how you are going to enjoy the new shop.....
...so I lit it.....and the lad pounced! He took away the ashtray and said....
You're not smoking that! We are closing soon and I have just cleared up around this table......!