Sam was shopping in the Asian grocer in Russell Street. I was trying to be supportive and involved, but really shopping bores me to tears, so I was gazing out the shop's door to the sunshine outside. You know, holding the basket, as Sam perused the shelves.
A guy walked up and stopped outside the grocer. He had on one of those, what I call, pollution masks - I never really understand why people wear those things. As he stood in the sun, he pulled the mask down to his neck, took out a cigarette and smoked it. WTF? I thought.
Then he pulled the mask back over his face and continued walking.
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