Our temporary maintenance man was bugging me this morning as I made my way out into the -27C temperatures to have my 'breath of fresh air' (read - smoke break). He was telling me smoking does nothing for me except blacken my lungs. Now, this is not the first time he has expressed concern for my airway passages, but today I realized something, which I shared with him as I sailed merrily out the front doors.
"You are way too tall to be my conscience."
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