I am not a smoker, never have been never will be. I don’t know that I will ever understand the thinking that goes into spending $7 + per day to kill myself sooner than the original timeframe allotted for me.
Somehow I managed to get a smoker as a husband, and an ex-husband for that matter. There is one thing about these 2 men that are the same. I wouldn’t think of comparing the two, as there are reasons the first one decided to leave. In this one thing you could almost wonder if they talked about it ahead of time.
When they go get cigarettes they take the longest possible path. I used to ask if they went to the store by way of Oklahoma. The store was a block away but they were gone sometimes an hour. I still wonder where they go that takes so long. Could it be a mistress, or beer with the guys? Maybe it is something silly like a stop at that tool store that has the stuff so cheap he can’t drive by without going in, he just doesn’t want to tell me.
I guess I will never understand the circuitous nature that is apparently a guy thing