The Smoking Room
We’re at a condo here in Kauai and there are signs clearly stating, “No smoking on property.” So I began making surreptitious plans to smoke a cigar somewhere, somehow. (This is easiest when you have a balcony up on the top floors, but we’re on the ground floor with a big, exposed lawn outside.) I decided to call the desk and see if there were exceptions.
“Oh,” said the nice woman, “you’re free to smoke on the beach, we don’t control that.” So I sat on a gorgeous, huge piece of driftwood and had a Forbidden City by Fuente, watching the breakers.
Sometimes it’s better to ask permission than forgiveness….