Spinster

At the second floor entrance to Robarts Library, there are two revolving doors.  People often stand outside in the covered courtyard-type area and smoke cigarettes.  Fine.  I don’t actually have a problem with people who smoke (thanks, Mom!) and I figure that as long as they don’t berate me for my suicidal tendencies, I’m not gonna get on them for the cancer sticks.

However.  This afternoon, some girl was standing inside one of the revolving doors–inside, as in, in one of the four divisions of the door–smoking a goddamn cigarette.  As in, as soon as someone (me) exited, the smoke from her cigarette was going to go inside the building.  Who even does that?

Here’s my reasoning: just don’t.  If you’re thinking of doing something utterly retarded, just don’t do it.  You and others like you are the reason that the US is a litigious society and that everything comes with a safety warning.  Why must we be protected from ourselves?  Because of people like you.

Again, just don’t.