Beauty is lung-deep

So I went crazy this morning & decided to take a 25-mile bike ride (what a way to celebrate Memorial Day!) & at the half-way point, I stopped at a Walgreen's to get a drink & sit & rest my weary bones a few minutes. As I was sitting there on the bench sipping my Celsius, I saw this rather handsome young man glide by on his skateboard. He was about 6 ft tall, broad shoulders with dark hair & sunglasses & was wearing surfer-type shorts & appeared to be in his mid- to late 20's. Unfortunately (for me), he decided to wear a shirt instead of shoes! He was on his cell phone & circled the parking lot a couple of times while he was carrying on his conversation. Sitting on the bench, watching the show, I thought, "What a wonderful view on this wonderful Memorial Day!" As if to prove that all good things must come to an end, he eventually stopped in the corner of the parking lot in the shade and reached in his shorts pocket & pulled out a pack of cigarettes & lighter. Of course, he lit up & started puffing & all of a sudden, he became not-so-hot-after-all. What a dirty rotten shame & such a waste! I guess he doesn't know or care that the average male smoker dies 13.2 years earlier than their nonsmoking counterparts (and females smokers die 14.5 years earlier than female nonsmokers). I wonder how many miles you'd have to skateboard to make up for those years?!?!

Well, if he's planning on living off his looks, I hope he's taking full advantage of it now. Sadly, he probably doesn't have much longer...

I hate cigarettes.