thank you for not smoking

somewhere in between consciousness and un, winnipeg and thunderbay, a low warning reached my gullible ears, ``i repeat, this is the last chance you`ll have to get a snack and drink before...`` either it trailed off or my subliminal mechanism kicked into action and before i knew it, i was blazing through the frigid night air and back with a powerade in my hands. it wasn`t until we left the esso station that i ascertained the futility of such a purchase. not only have i never bought one in my life, but it was even too cold to drink -not to mention that it was a proud sponsor of the 2010 olympics!

soon guilt turned into weird dreams and all was fine. until i awoke to the rumbling of confrontation,

``get off my bus.``

``i will not.``

``tell me what your bags look like.`

``no no no no no,``

``what you did was against the law. why did you do such a thing``

``to get a reaction out of you. and it`s working, you`re screaming like a little girl``

one hour, two policemen, and three apologies later, we were back on course with the criminal smoker on board.