This is the type of guy that I sometimes I have to deal with at work.
Bigwig Partner: You smoke?
Me: No, I don’t.
Bigwig Partner: Well you should, so you could give me a cigarette.
Me: Sorry I can’t oblige.
Bigwig Partner (as he walks away from my desk, joining another group of people): All I want is a smoke so I can kill baby animals when I drive my f***ing truck.
Me (quietly): That’s awesome, you’re real cool.
