The Pink Shoe Diaries

Hyprocrisy is the spice of life.

So, earlier today I am outside smoking a cigarette. I know!! I know I am like "I am not a smoker" and truly I am not but I had a very stressful work morning and when one of my coworkers was like "I am going out for a smoke", she saw the hopeful but shamed look in my eye and asked me "Do you wa..." and before she could finish her sentance I was out of my chair with coat on shouting 'Sweet Jesus YES".

So we are outside smoking. And this woman in a puffy coat, who works in my building, but who I don't really know, says to me "I haven't seen you here before". ("Here" meaning the smoker's lounge, aka the corner of my office building, in the windy cold). I told her that I am not really a smoker, but just had a stressful morning. She then launches into "That's how I started and now look at me? I have to go out every hour for one of these" she said, gesturing with her Parliament Light. I told her (and why I feel the need to get into semantics with strangers I will never know) that I have always been the kind of person who has a few cigs with cocktails, or a cig when stressed, and it has never become a true addiction for me. She told me to "quit lyin' to myself" at which point I gave her a polite nod I reserve only for people to whom I mean "aaaaaand fuck you".

Later on in the day, I went to use the ladies room and had to use the one on the third floor, since the other, closer ones were Closed For Cleaning (otherwise known as "Picking Up After the Curves Ladies (yes, we share a public restroom with a gym. NOT psyched)), There, I ran into my puffy coated friend, sans puffy coat and I saw she was markedly, visibly PREGNANT.

And I am the one who should watch my smoking habits?