As the sun rose above the horizon, its’ rays blocked by the height of the buildings circling the parking lot, a middle aged man paused at the concrete ash tray bolted to the wall. He was well dressed, wearing blue jeans and a windbreaker, his hair freshly washed and combed.
Out of his pocket came an empty cigarette box. Glancing at us from the corner of his eye, he began plucking previously smoked cigarette butts out of the ashtray and plopping them happily into his box. When filled, he shut the lid and returned the box to his pocket.
Now that’s what I call thrifty. No doubt about it! All you folks who quit because you couldn’t afford the high prices and sky high taxes should have thought outside the box.
I wonder if there’s a market for half-used cigarettes. If so, I may start a new business.
I could call it “Re-purposed Butts” or maybe “The Smoking Butt.” How about “Pre-Loved Butts?”
P.S. My new header is part of a photo I took in Times Square. Aren’t you glad you’re not in that traffic?