Ok, this morning on the way to work I stopped at my normal coffee place, grabbed my coffee and sat outside so i could have a ciggarette and wake up before a hard days coding (note that employers – a HARD DAY’s CODING).

I was watching the world go by and enjoying the Diggnation podcast when a deliver truck pulled up.  The blokie driving got out and walked round to the back smoking a fag himself (note to American readers this mean having a ciggarette, not shooting someone who’s made a different lifestyle choice) and when he got round to the back of the van he pocked the half smoked ciggarette up the exhast pipe for later while he made the delivery.  OK, I suppose it wasn’t high tar enough.  However the next bit really confused me – to make clear this guy was a normal bloke, wearing normal clothes, I’m pointing this out so you understand he had pockets.  He had his lighter in his hand.  Obviously like the ciggarette he needed to put it somewhere so he could load up the little trolley for his delivery.  So he stuck it in his shoe.  Not down the side next to his foot, in the sole…….. What sort of mental gymnastics do you make to decide that this is logically the best place to put it, bypassing all pockets on the way down?

Anyway – thought I’d share.

(Also had a wierd dream that Tor (the wife) died Charlie’s (the baby) hair and it all fell out.  It’s been a strange start to a Friday)