An actual conversation I had with my cube mate, a 65 year old toothless man… circa 2001
Me: Hey P.J.**! Your shirt is on fire!
P.J.: *incoherent grumbles*
Me: No, for real, your SHIRT IS ON FIRE!
P.J. looks down and sees the smoke coming out of his shirt pocket and jumps out of his chair. He places his hand into his shirt pocket and retrieves a half lit cigarette butt.
P.J.: Ah yeah, ya see, when I went out for my smoke break I didn’t finish my whole cigarette. I was savin’ it for later. Guess I didn’t get it all the way out. Burned a hole all the way through my shirt though.
P.J. sticks his finger through his newly formed hole.
Me: Hey P.J.**! Your shirt is on fire!
P.J.: *incoherent grumbles*
Me: No, for real, your SHIRT IS ON FIRE!
P.J. looks down and sees the smoke coming out of his shirt pocket and jumps out of his chair. He places his hand into his shirt pocket and retrieves a half lit cigarette butt.
P.J.: Ah yeah, ya see, when I went out for my smoke break I didn’t finish my whole cigarette. I was savin’ it for later. Guess I didn’t get it all the way out. Burned a hole all the way through my shirt though.
P.J. sticks his finger through his newly formed hole.
**named changed to protect the ignorant.
