80 at 930 in the morning, finished up hoofing it on foot for some errand shit.
Sitting enjoying the vape and some nice cool water in the shaded smoking area.
The smell got me first, like 1000 used depends in a black garbage bag that has been cooking in Satan's own taint, body order that would attract vultures and make maggots gag. My eyes were tearing up, thank fucking Christ my nose was running like a faucet from the pain of my seared nose hairs.
The noise of the squeaky walker and snufflelump shuffling was out matched from the heavy breathing that sounded like a cross between darth vader, a wet fart and gummy sticky balloon flapping.
"Whatchoo smoking? something good I hope! nope then it is so bad for you!" pausing between words to gurgle gulp air from being so out of breath. Turns off the oxygen tank to light up a smoke.
"Sure you keep going on with your thought train of failure there Jabba! Unlike your hideous stench, keep your fucking opinion to yourself." I quipped back, jumped up and skipped our of the ham rage distance ignoring the autistic porcine screeching behind me.
I hate smokers puking their "wisdom", loathe the oxygen tank smokers even more but adding fat as fuck... to heavy for the provided scootiepuffs, to heavy for mass market scootypuffs and about 5 lbs from being housebound.