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Hello from Athens-Greece, we had clouds and light rain but in few minutes the sun came up and everything changed, the temperature is 54 'F.
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If you pay attention the background in the second photo is a bit different, the reason is that i have clanged tables.
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As I was about to cut the cigar, an old man sitting to my right started shouting: what? are you going to light a cigar? did you ask me? I told him who are you that I should ask you for permission? the place is closed-yes but it is the outside area and I asked the waitress if we can smoke and she said Yes-do you see any ashtrays-yes here it is-hey, where is the manager? The owner came and said that they smoke here, immediately the b@stard started yellowing that he didn't feel well etc and the owner politely asked me to go to a table closer, I did because I am not a person who likes fuss, i respected the other customers (nobody of them said nothing to me) and of course I smoked my cigar normally.
Dirty-old men like him, do you know what they do? As soon as they see that their opinion is not being accepted, they start: "oh, oh, help, my heart, cough cough I don't feel well, i am stressed, call the police, etc." to force you to leave or do what they want.
"Life is a bitch" and one night that grumpy he will receive a harsher answer from someone else and then he can scream as much as he wants, damned Hygienists.
If you pay attention the background in the second photo is a bit different, the reason is that i have clanged tables.
As I was about to cut the cigar, an old man sitting to my right started shouting: what? are you going to light a cigar? did you ask me? I told him who are you that I should ask you for permission? the place is closed-yes but it is the outside area and I asked the waitress if we can smoke and she said Yes-do you see any ashtrays-yes here it is-hey, where is the manager? The owner came and said that they smoke here, immediately the b@stard started yellowing that he didn't feel well etc and the owner politely asked me to go to a table closer, I did because I am not a person who likes fuss, i respected the other customers (nobody of them said nothing to me) and of course I smoked my cigar normally.
Dirty-old men like him, do you know what they do? As soon as they see that their opinion is not being accepted, they start: "oh, oh, help, my heart, cough cough I don't feel well, i am stressed, call the police, etc." to force you to leave or do what they want.
"Life is a bitch" and one night that grumpy he will receive a harsher answer from someone else and then he can scream as much as he wants, damned Hygienists.
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