Outside smoking a cigarette, minding my own business feeling that sweet poison course through my veins when some drudge from my office walks past with the oh so witty comment, “You know if you keep smoking you’re going to die”.
I paused took another drag and replied in what I thought was a perfectly reasonable way, “I’m afraid that is the universal condition, Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live”.
I continued, “You do know that however healthily you live, one day, hopefully many long years from now you will be visited by the Grim Reaper, the great leveler, the hooded one, and with an embrace as soft as graveside earth and kiss as cold as tombstone he shall gather you unto God.”
All perfectly reasonable in my opinion…anyway, I got back to the office and was greeted by my manager with, “What the hell did you say to X she’s in tears in the toilet”……??……?…..
Oh well, next time I’ll tell them they’ll go to teddy bear land in a sleigh made of candy canes with Father Christmas driving.
