I go to Sonic today around 3pm to get some late lunch. There is a car parked on either side of me. From the car to my right emerges a woman with the following medical accoutrement: purple nitrile gloves (why???), circulation support stockings, a neck brace, and a walking cane. Your instant reaction might be to pity her, yes? Not once you realize that the reason she has gotten out of the car is to stand at the trash can/cigarette receptacle to chain smoke 3 cigs back-to-back while her elderly mother (who is driving) orders and waits for the food to arrive. So...... let's review. She's wearing a neckbrace, has to use a cane to support herself, has on support hose that are squeezing the life out of her legs, and all she is concerned about is smoking a damn cigarette. No, wait, THREE cigarettes. In a span of maybe 10 minutes. I guess it wouldn't have made such an impact on me if it weren't for the crazy purple gloves. WHY did she have those on?? I cannot for the life of me figure that one out.
On the third lighting of the cigarette, her elderly mother sticks her head out of the car, yelling her name, in what I assume is an effort to tell her to stop it and get her ass back in the car. But she pays her no mind whatsoever, so lost is she in her nicotine frenzy. I'm telling you the look on her face was just plain creepy. She was enjoying those cigarettes *WAY* too much. Yuck. Behold:
