addiction

It was four degrees when I walked from the train to the office this morning. Four. That's so cold that my eyes were not only tearing from the frigid blasts off the lake, but the tears were freezing on my cheeks.

As I walked past the dunkin' donuts, i saw two women sitting outside at a picnic table relaxing and having a cup of coffee. The scene befuddled me until I saw the cigarettes in their hand.

I guess that's one way to quit smoking: freeze off your fingertips.