This is from my other blog that i no longer post on. from 11/2010
At 7:55am, I was standing outside my job having a smoke.
This tall black man in a camel colored velour sweatsuit came out of the store. As he walked past, he kept staring at me. I assumed the pink hair through him off.
He got in his car, and as he drove it out of the lot he yelled at me out of his window.
“Why you smokin them cigarettes, baby girl? Them shits ain’t nothin but killas.”
Well, thank you sir I’ve never met before, nor who I will ever see again. It’s so heartwarming to know you care about my health when it has nothing to do with you.
I would probably be less irritated and more flattered if an adorable young white guy with a mohawk and combat boots said I should not smoke. Id probably giggle and throw the cigarette away.
Oh, how the speaker changes the meaning.