Him: Dik, Dunhill 14 satu!
Adik 7-E: RM 6.60
Him: Ala dik... tak nak ler kotak yang ni. Bagi tu yang gambar baby.
We walked slowly as he lit the cancer stick and inhaled deeply. Intoxicated. His drug. His food. I slowed my step even more as he began to blew out the smoke. I hate the smell. And he knows. He smiled as he turned around to face me. And grinned boyishly, trying to be cute.
Me: Eh. Why did you asked the boy to change the ciggie pack? The content is just the same.Him: Didn't you see the picture on the pack?Me: Err. Rotting neck?Him: ExactlyMe: But then why chose the one with the baby picture?Him: Not that scary la this one (holding up the cigarette box)Me: Do you know the purpose of those pictures?Him: To scare the hell out of usMe: Do you know that your neck will actually rot just like in the picture?Him: Yeah. That's why I always take the baby oneMe: Why?Him: Because I won't get pregnant!
Blink once. Twice.
Logic, ladies and gentlemen, is definitely overrated.