This week, I have lived in Covington, Kentucky for one year. For the most part, I like the area I live in and like the people I’ve met. Some of those people are characters and probably the one that stands out the most is Kris.
He’s a young guy who seldom wears a shirt. He constantly wants something from me.
A few times, he’s asked me for change. So far I haven’t given him any. He likes my walking cane and he’s not getting that either. The one thing Kris has asked me for that I’ve given him is cigarettes. This has been a big mistake. I think he considers me his free cigarette dispenser.
I’ve tried to back off on this telling him I don’t have any on me which will lead him to bugging other people, but Kris always knows that sooner or later I’ll give him a cigarette. Not anymore.
Walking to Walgreens last week, there was Kris looking for me. You know what he wanted.
“Got an extra cigarette?” he asked.
“Kris, I stopped smoking,” I said.
“I had to give it up,” I replied. “My doctor said I should quit.”
“Man,” Kris said. “What I’m I gonna do now?”
“Maybe buy your own,” I said.
“You really quit?”
Sure my doctor would like me to quit smoking, but I haven’t. I lied to Kris.
I’m not in the habit of telling lies as lies are hard to keep track of. It’s easier to tell the truth and keep one’s life honest, but with Kris, it was becoming too much and I figure I can keep track of this little lie. That’s not to say it doesn’t create problems.
All because of Kris, I can’t walk up to Walgreens smoking a cigarette because Kris might see me. Those bus benches in front of Walgreens? Kris walks by there all the time so I can’t light up. In fact when I’m out and about, I’ve stopped smoking all together. Kris seems to be everywhere.
In a way, this actually works out. I seem to be smoking less because of this secret. Maybe I should thank Kris for making me quit smoking. Of course I really haven’t, so I’ll keep my mouth shut.
Sometimes Kris still comes up to me when he sees me out walking.
“You still not smoking?” he asks.
“I’m not smoking,” I usually reply. This sends Kris on his way looking for somebody else who will give him a cigarette.
Sometimes when you’re a smoker, you have to be a nonsmoker around other people. When it comes to Kris, I’m gonna stay that way.
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