smoking in the girls room

I am a smoker, I'm not proud of it but there you go.

I was thinking back to the days in high school before homeroom bell would go off. Its 845 and the girls washroom is a blue haze. Teachers rarely entered choosing to pick their battles. Green and purple eyeshadow was reapplied for the 4th time since leaving home that morning, bonnie bell lip gloss swirled on, cigarettes passed back and forth between co-conspirators against the man. Yes it was against the rules, yeah it was a perfectly sunny day with several smoking locations on site but... this one happened to have a mirror and it was the 80s. We were smoking in the girls room.

On any given break on any given day there were at least 50 girls in the bathroom sharing smokes, touching up gloss, hair and purple mascara (again this was the 80s). You were never alone.

Now... there are 3 of us left at work who smoke. We go outside, not daring to break the rules because since there are only 3 of us its easier to point the finger as to who did it. Now the city has passed a law you can't stand near a business doorway. So along the streets in our cold northern ontario town you will see people clustered in 2's and 3's sharing a smoke and warmth. We still know everything thats going on in the building. If you are out of the loop ask a smoker.