Having said that, I need to get back to my ashtray routine. Since moving to Covington, I have gotten lazy and I’m only using one ashtray. That’s no good. I don’t consider it safe.I need two ashtrays.
Here’s the routine. With ashtray #1, I can smoke three cigarettes. After three, I switch over to ashtray #2. Same routine. I smoke three cigarettes. After the three, I figure ashtray #1 will no longer be hot from any kind of cigarette ashes and I can dump those butts and ashes in the trash. You see, I have no desire to set a wastebasket on fire.
I gotta find my #2 ashtray. With only having #1, I can’t empty the damn thing until I wake up in the morning and know for sure that the thing is safe to empty. Smoking during the day, the ashtray gets full and there’s nothing more disgusting that a full ashtray.
I’ll find #2. It’s gotta be here someplace.
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