I was getting ready to pull out of my space in a parking lot when I noticed a lady coming out of a store with a package of cigarettes in her hands! Oh, how disgusting! I could feel my lip curl back in disdain. That woman was so addicted that she had to make a special stop at a convenience store to satisfy her craving. She wasn’t buying anything else. She had to stop her car, get out, spend her money, and then watch it literally go up in smoke. How could she live with herself? It just made me sick. It just…
Then I looked down in my lap. I looked down at the sack in my lap. I looked down at the three candy bars in the sack in my lap. Three candy bars! Oh, how disgusting! I could feel my lip curl back in disdain. I was so addicted that I had to make a special stop at a convenience store to satisfy my craving. I wasn’t buying anything else. I had to stop my car, get out, spend my money, and then watch it literally turn to pure fat. How could I live with myself? It just made me sick.
Yes, folks, that day I learned to measure myself by the same yardstick I measure others. It was a good lesson. Smoking is a senseless, preventable health hazard. So is obesity. But at least smokers can get away from smoke from time to time. When is the last time you saw a fat person leave their fat behind? (Oops! That pun was unintentional.)
One more thought. That lady’s pack of cigarettes probably lasted her the rest of the day. At least several hours. But my habit, my money sucker, was gone before I made it home from the store. Scary thought. Ha! Food for thought.