Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Meeting in a smoke-filled room (Hookah smoke)

There was a meeting of a student organization I advise and, as it was on the way to my home, I decided to stop by.

It was at a hookah bar. As I walked in, all eyes were on me. A bit uncomfortable, I approached the man behind the counter . . . not really knowing why, except that maybe somehow he would know if anyone in my group had shown up yet. It was literally so smoky, it would have taken night goggles to see anyone in the darker part of the room.

Well, that's where they were. No sooner had I opened my mouth to speak, than he stood up and waved.

Wheew!

The president and treasurer were the first ones there, looking tres chic, and one disgruntled-looking young woman. They offered me a puff, and I took it gladly.

"If you can't beat 'em", I said. . . "Join 'em" he finished for me.

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