Belated mini-vent.
Yesterday, there I go, all in style taking half day off. Clickity clack in high heels and brim hat ladee laaaaa.... happily walking towards the bus stop next to the Students' Union building. Of course, since I did bring my lighter, I was smoking a cigarette, enjoying the sun.... and then......
EXCUSE ME! [dude in tights and helmet on a bike: UW 'police' --- seriously people.]
Len: Yes?
YOU CANNOT SMOKE HERE.
Len: Really? Oh my god!

[pretending I didn't know]
THE FINE IS 100 DOLLARS
Len: holy fkuing sh1t, act bimbo Len, act bimbo.Len: Oh dear, I am so very sorry [insert eyelash batting here pleaaaaasseeee]
BUT I WON'T FINE YOU. YOU NEED TO LEARN WHERE THE SMOKING AREAS ARE.
Len: Oh, that is so gracious (or some equally lame word) of you Officer

(

,
how fkin magnanimous of you, jerk)
So I put off my ciggie, and keep walking. Get to bus stop, light up again and think:
smoke police in tights. I hate you.
Sheesh - it's not like I was in the middle of the main library smoking, or in the sandbox with kindergardneners. I hate the smoking police. But, do they do a darn thing when people are drinking beer on the lawns???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Smoke nazis.
End of mini-vent.