Once upon a time there was a peaceful
but rich city called Houston. It was the hub of an airline called
“Branniff”. There was a hotel called the Shamrock.
The hotel had many famous bars, some of
which were in the pool area, where rich men were known to take the
waters.
It was also the
hotel used by the airlines to domicile the workers in transit,and was
also the preferred hotel for rich dudes, since at that time only rich
dudes could fly.
A stewardess was
once rebuked, hearing “OMG your hair smells of tobacco smoke”.
So she had to go
wash her hair before trying to pick up rich guys, and therefore the
native beauties (and oh god do we have some....)This meant that she
couldn't fuck the rich guy. Because someone else got there first.
THAT, ladies and
gentlemen, is the reason that there is the entire “secondhand
smoke” bullshit.
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