Absence Makes the Heart Grow fonder…
There is a friendly face in Wigan. Fag Ash Lil has transferred over the Summer.
She hates the place and has been huffing and puffing, more than usual, at my desk today.
“They are turning the smoke room into a ‘contemplation room’ so people can pray. It’s political correctness gone mad. What about my rights? Don’t they realise that they are making me smoke MORE because they are all trying to stop me? If they let me smoke at my desk, I wouldn’t fret so much and I’d probably give up.” She fumed.
I suggested she put shine to Benson and Hedges in the contemplation room.
I got a passive glare.