I just remembered part of my dream last night. Besides the whole “driving the car from the back seat” thing again, at one point I tried smoking a cigar. Now, being that I’ve never smoked, I think my imagination did a pretty good job at approximating the vileness that’s associated with the smell/smoke/etc. Or that could just be my prejudice.
The occasional musings of Andy Scheffler
Yack.
Even people who smoke cigarettes are grossed out by cigars. I should know.