After we finished a game of pool at the UCen yesterday, my colleague pulled a cigarette out of his case, presumably to help him calm down after the savage trouncing he received on the felt. We grabbed our beers and headed for the patio.
The sign on the door said “no alcohol beyond this point.” I started to get a little fired up, grunting and waving my arms. He can’t smoke inside, I can’t take booze outside, and all these rules are goddamned irrational.
But the ‘human obeys the law whenever possible. So I pulled my flask out of my pocket, set it near the door and continued outside.
Tuesday’s forecast: The letter of the law gives way to the spirit by mid-day, with a strong screw-the-law system moving in by night.