How Did He Hear?M. Stanley Bubien
You gotta admit it was crazy.
This grey-haired old man sat there hacking into his clenched fist. But in his other hand---get this!---a wisp of smoke trailed skyward from a smoldering cigarette.
Hack, hack, hack...
See? Crazy. But, believe you me, the story ain't finished!
As I passed, I held my breath. Yeah, yeah. Like I was going to catch cancer from him!
Hack, hack, and more hack...
"Smokers," I mumbled---you know I had to say something. "They get what they deserve."
Now it turns really nuts.
Hack, ahem, A-HEM...
"Nonsmokers," he replied, tapping his watch. "They get what they deserve too. Eventually."
I turned beet-red.
But can you blame me? I mean, with all that coughing, how'd he hear me?
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