Ick!
My house mate was kind enough to smoke his cigarette outside the front door. He rarely smokes, so I was surprised to smell it, but he's got his own major issues at the moment, so I can understand why he needed one. Unfortunately, the smoke drifted up from the front door, into my bedroom.
One cigarette. Everything smells. Including my hair. If we didn't get on so well, I may have had to beat him with a stick.
One cigarette. Everything smells. Including my hair. If we didn't get on so well, I may have had to beat him with a stick.
posted by E in Oz at 12:09 am
these thoughts escaped my brain at 12:09 am
2 Comments:
Ugh..I just hate it when my hair smells like cigarette smoke!
Beat him with a stick, anyway. (gently, of course)
Just to remind him...NO SMOKING!
Designated smoking area where there's no open windows for the smoke to drift into?
Or......a big bucket filled with water to empty out the window when that's violated.
*nodding*
THAT would work!
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