I recently had the pleasure of a trip to the local casualty unit. (Only took 2 1/2 hours so a flying visit)
Previously I’ve been amused, as a non smoker, at the folks at the front door smoking.
This time I could hardly get into the building.
The front door hoards now have two competing factions, each as large as each other and both feverishly feeding their insatiable addictions.
The “older” crowds puffing away on their cigarettes.
The “younger” crowds texting away like crazy.
The funny thing is that; despite the fact that these people are obviously ill, they are willing to stand outside in their pajamas in horizontal rain to feed their respective addictions.