For some reason the theme of today turned out to be smoking. Which is kind of odd since we are both avid non-smokers.
It started with a business appointment in a small room where the owner obviously had just put out a last cigarette. Making me cough and not too keen to discuss a health insurance with her.
Then we went to our favorite eco-store to discover that his neighbor the bar was open, with 4 smoking guests on the terrace, including the bar-owner. In an area where there are non-smoking signs all over the place, mind you.
Part of our Tuesday routine is also the supermarket and strangely enough the entrance housed a beggar, smoking his lungs out and polluting the air.
So what is universe trying to tell us? That we may be happy to be healthy non-smokers? That we should feel sorry for addicted people? Or what?