I got in a golf cart the other day to discover that the previous occupant left something behind.
An open pack of Marlboro Lights. 3 left. And a Bic lighter.
I haven’t had a cigarette in just over four years. Not even a puff. I looked around to see if I was being punk’d, as the kids say. Not a soul in sight.
Decision time. I rarely have a desire to light up anymore. Seldom even think about it. But jeez…3 cigarettes, a lighter, and no one around. How perfect. Who would know?
I placed the pack and the lighter at the bag drop and drove off.