|Sign at The Standard LA|
I'd totally be the person
who dies in a car accident due to a drunk driver
or die of lung cancer
without ever having smoke a cigarette in my life.
(Not even tried it once--ever.
Cigars are another story,
but I can count a few puffs of each of those
on one hand.)
I'd be that person.
I'm not sure if this sign on one of the floors
at The Standard LA
purposefully subtly hints
that because things are connected,
no smoking is permitted,
but that how I read it.
An interconnected anecdote:
Thank goodness we have a great building manager
who reinforces our no smoking policy in our rental.
A new person moved into the studio next door,
and he was smoking intense, crazy Asian cigarettes
(think of what a cigar smells like times ten)
and the smell was seeping in through
I had woken up at 2 a.m. smelling the smoke.
I thought I was dying because a fire was really nearby.
It was a terrible night,
and I had a sore throat for the next few days.
But the great building manager handled the new neighbor
the very next morning.
Wham, bam, thank you, sir.
Maybe they should post this sign in our lobby too
or, like, everywhere.
Peeps gotta breathe!