Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I saw something today I haven't seen in a long time. Someone smoking while pumping gas. This is not her. In fact, this is a man. At the Valero station on Main Street in Zelienople an old woman was filling up her Buick at $2.09/gallon with a butt dangling between her fire engine red lips. I had to look at her twice to make sure. She's either an idiot or a rebel. Let's assume that she's a rebel, and no little sticker on the side of the pump with a red line drawn across a smoldering cigarette is going to tell her what to do. No sirree. I wonder if she smokes in the bank and the library. At church and in hospitals, in line at the Post Office, picking up a slice of pizza at Monte Cellos. She lights up where she damn well pleases! Rules be damned! She'll set the world on fire!