FYI: Your Cigs are Stinkier Than Most

I have been assigned a new cell mate at my office. Actually, it’s more of a cell neighbor. We don’t actually share one tiny four by six enclosure. We each have our own. But, just like with my last neighbor, we are near enough that we can spit on each other. At least I could spit on her. I haven’t been over here long enough to see whether she has a technique capable of clearing the gap or not. But here is one thing I know for sure. Her brand of cigarettes, definitely cheaper than my last neighbor’s brand. Damn stinky.

Oh, and how exactly did I manage to become neighbors with the only two people in this department who smoke?