My favorite bad guys were the ones in the movie ‘Waterworld’. Their base was the oil tanker Exxon Valdez, and they all smoked cigarettes and rode jet skis. I have never been able to decide which I despise more, jet skis or cigarettes. I used to joke about welding a big steel grill on the front of my van, because whenever I would see a jet ski trailing behind a car, I had a strong urge to flatten it. My hero was a fictional character in one of Jimmy Buffet’s books, who blew up a raft of jet skis because they were ruining his quiet fishing grounds. I used to live on a boat that was located inside a ‘no jet ski, no wake zone.’ That, of course, meant that on both weekend days, jet skis sped around my boat the live long day. I’m not a violent person, but with all that noise and those wakes for hours on end, the only thoughts I could entertain were pretty destructive. Had I carried out any of them, I’d probably be facing life in prison. “But your honor, they were jet skiers.”
Then there is the smoking thing. This, beyond anything else, makes me want to barf. If there’s a pile of cat puke on the floor, I’ll sigh and clean it up. If there’s a heap of cigarette ash in the same location, I’ll walk way around the coffee table for days to avoid it. I can’t bear the thought of going near it. Disgusting. Even standing in line in the grocery store next to someone who has just smoked a cigarette makes me want to grab a hose and wash them off. But this won’t help. Pores ooze nicotine. My sense of smell is mediocre at best, but I can smell stale cigarette on someone who has just come out of the shower freshly washed. Ewwww. Gross. Go away.
For years I have managed to live among peaceful non-smokers, and have been quite content. Recently, my life has taken a downturn. At the moment, not only do I cohabitate with a heavy smoker, but my new boss also smokes copiously on the job in my face. And this morning when I got up, there on the counter was a pile of ash. And in a few minutes, I’ll have to go off to work to wade through ashes all day long.
I suspect I won’t last long. I love the new job, but to come home to the same thing as well, forget that. It’s akin to jet skis speeding around the boat 24/7. I’m not sure what to do about this recent addition of such a large amount of gruesomeness in my life, but drastic action may be called for.
How did Keven Costner get rid of the bad guys in the movie Waterworld?
Then there is the smoking thing. This, beyond anything else, makes me want to barf. If there’s a pile of cat puke on the floor, I’ll sigh and clean it up. If there’s a heap of cigarette ash in the same location, I’ll walk way around the coffee table for days to avoid it. I can’t bear the thought of going near it. Disgusting. Even standing in line in the grocery store next to someone who has just smoked a cigarette makes me want to grab a hose and wash them off. But this won’t help. Pores ooze nicotine. My sense of smell is mediocre at best, but I can smell stale cigarette on someone who has just come out of the shower freshly washed. Ewwww. Gross. Go away.
For years I have managed to live among peaceful non-smokers, and have been quite content. Recently, my life has taken a downturn. At the moment, not only do I cohabitate with a heavy smoker, but my new boss also smokes copiously on the job in my face. And this morning when I got up, there on the counter was a pile of ash. And in a few minutes, I’ll have to go off to work to wade through ashes all day long.
I suspect I won’t last long. I love the new job, but to come home to the same thing as well, forget that. It’s akin to jet skis speeding around the boat 24/7. I’m not sure what to do about this recent addition of such a large amount of gruesomeness in my life, but drastic action may be called for.
How did Keven Costner get rid of the bad guys in the movie Waterworld?
