Dedicated

Looked out of the window at work and seen this poor wee wet soul.

The office next to us makes their staff walk 80 yards across the carpark, through an electronic security gate and stand on the pavement outside, to have their cigarettes.

This guy was sheltering under his big golf umberella for the duration of his fag as it has hammering it down with rain. As soon as he had finished and thrown it in the ground with the rest of the fag-ends, he put the brolly down.

This meant standing in the rain, waiting for the gates to slowly open and trudge across the carpark. Surely this sort of defeats the purpose of standing under the brolly in the first place.

Never mind cancer, its the flu he's getting struck down with.