“No fire without a smoke,” coughed Sam, lighting up.
“That never gets funny,” said Pete, eyeing Sam’s shaking shoulders with mild alarm.
“I can’t believe you still smoke in this day and age. Don’t the brigade discourage it now days?”
“Six months from retirement, what are they going to do? Fire my ass?”
“I just don’t know how you can afford it. Have you seen the latest budget?”
“Gone up again, have they?”
“You could say that. About $30 a packet.”
“You’re kidding!” Sam exclaimed as he exploded into another coughing fit.
“Steady on.” Pete patted Sam on the back. “Keep this up and I’ll have to call one one one.”