The smoke wafted from his open truck toward my tiny car. Sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for my driver to return, I had little choice but to sit tight with my windows baking from the rising spring heat.
We were both waiting for our shopping partners in the accessible parking outside of our local warehouse store. I was in the passenger seat and he in the driver seat of our respective vehicles.
In the span of about 10 minutes, the older man smoked through at least five cigarettes, languidly lounging the butt outside his red trucks open window, the grey tendrils slowly wafting toward my car and surrounding us both with a prevailing aroma.
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