Limbo

Irene and I quit smoking 20 years ago this weekend. We picked a date well beforehand and prepared ourselves by smoking our brains out in the weeks leading up to that date. The day before the big day we flew back from Hawaii in the smoking section, (remember this was 20 years ago.) The smoke was so thick even we couldn't breathe.
Trying to avoid the noxious cloud, the "stewardesses" carried trays of food and drink in like the limbo dancers we'd just seen in Kauai. We made fun of them. We thought, "oh get a life."
Turns out, that's what they were trying to do.