For some reason that didn't apply to my boss's office. He was a furious smoker and every time we had a meet, I believe one or two months came off my life.
He was not a bad guy, he just smoked a lot. The trouble was, as we conversed across his conference table, he held the cigarette under the table, thinking he was being considerate.
The smoke, of course, travelled under the table, and rose on my side.
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