Would we hire a hitman to take a shot at us? No! Certainly not. So why would we actually pay for ourselves to prematurely pop our own clogs?
I cant imagine why I ever delved deep into the corners of the purse to get the last pound coin to afford the most expensive stupid disgusting smelly habit which did absolutely nothing for me. I can hear you all say you did the exact same thing be it scrambling around in the car saying to yourself, I must have a pound coin somewhere. How many of you loved paying for them? I hated it.
Dear Gad, how we were slaves to the Nicotine. I imagine the deathly grey clad hooded figure holding his scythe laughing through his gumless skull telepathically infusing his thoughts to my head, standing invisibly outside the tescos express window watching me dig into my coffers and willing me to get that last drag down into the depths of my alveoli to choke the breath out of me! I can hear the evil B*****d "one more day less to live until I get you in my hell hole".
Huh! D'ya think so Mr. Not this lady. Im clean, smell gorgeous, my purse has money in it and I WANNA LIVE. Poof. Just like the smoke disperses into the air, so does Deathly Evil Nico.
In my imaginative world, I lift my hand, and cheerily smile and wave at the git... and say "Bye then"
Have a nice day folks
Breathe free and stay safe