I was taking a smoke break at work today and thought about the first time my grandfather caught me smoking a cigarette.

We had these really old wrought iron chairs that sat out on the front porch (something simliar to this… take note of the holes where your butt goes). My good friend Amanda and I were sitting in these chairs taking a little smoke break when I spotted my grandfather coming up the sidewalk.

I had been holding the cigarette underneath my seat for this very reason, but when I saw him, I quickly tried to put it out on one of the pieces of iron on the chair. I was wearing a pair of thin white gauchos, and when I went to put the cigarette out on the chair, I completely missed and put it out on my ass.

It hurt. Real bad.

Filed in Daily, Funny, Memories on Tuesday, January 23, 2007 ·