I walked out the door of my work today at 11am to get some chips at Ziggy's. Sitting on the deck of the delivery area were three people that are there at least 4 times every day.
One man. One woman. One girl. All smoking.
My chips are digesting quite rapidly today. I am sure the veins in my face and neck aren't going to hide anytime soon. My body has not stopped shaking from rage. I can barely type.
The girl has not even had her first breath of air.