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Quite a long time ago, smoking was thought to be terribly sophisticated.
This was an error.
One day, my friend KB and I were having lunch at Sidney’s on the Country Club Plaza. We were both smoking, holding our cigarettes delicately between fingers with polished nails, chatting.
I tapped my cigarette gently in the ashtray to remove some accumulated ash, and brought it back to my mouth. On the end of it was a huge gob of chewing gum.
We transformed instantly from sophisticated ladies to laughing, wheezing, snorting, out of control, making a big scene idiots.
It would remain a treasured memory forever.